Most-quoted character in The Man with the Golden Gun (1974): in 7 of its 8 quotes
Most scenes with: Francisco Scaramanga (4)
Come in. [fixing her hair when Bond walks in]
James Bond Good evening. My name is Bond, James Bond. Your dancing is superb and so are you.
Merci. And you are very handsome.
Let us forget the past.
James Bond Oh, I was hoping you'd say that.
Are you staying long in Beirut?
James Bond Depends.
James Bond Clumsy me. [As he bends down to pick it up, he begins to kiss her belly. Saida enjoys it.] You really do have a magnificent abdomen.
My relationship with a client Mr. Bond is strictly confidential, like a doctor or a priest.
James Bond Of course, yet you make guns for fingerless hoodlums, bullets for assassins.
Mr. Bond, bullets do not kill. It is the finger that pulls the trigger.
Bond Exactly. [swings a rifle barrel toward Lazar's crotch] I am now aiming precisely at your groin. So speak or forever hold your piece.
I have never seen Mr. Scaramanga.
Bond On a cost-per-bullet basis he must be your best customer.
That is true, but unfortunately he seems only to fire them occasionally.
Bond When was the--uh--last shipment?
Mr. Bond, this is impossible! I cannot...
Bond You're quite right....an inch too low. [reloads the rifle; Lazar, badly shaken, runs into a side room and returns with a cigarette pack full of gold bullets]
I have just completed an order for immediate delivery.
Bond Who collects them?
I swear I do not know! My instructions are to go to the casino, I am paid, and they vanish!
You won't find it in there Mr Bond. I looked before you came. [senses Bond preparing to shoot him] I wouldn't do that either. Look behind you. [Bond looks behind him and doesn't see anything] Lower.
James Bond A gun in a bag of peanuts, how original! What will they think of next?
When I was a boy, I was brought up in a circus. My only real friend was a huge, magnificent African bull elephant. One day, his handler mistreated him and he went berserk. Bleeding, dying, he came and found me, stood on one leg, his best trick, picked me up and put me on his back. The drunken handler came along and emptied his gun into his eye... I emptied my stage pistol into his!
James Bond An eye for an eye. Nut?
You see, Mr. Bond, I always thought I liked animals. Then I discovered that I liked killing people even more. [Bond looks agape at him with the last few words]
Forget the girl, she's replaceable. But I shall find what she stole from me. Personally, I've got nothing against you, Mr. Bond, and to keep it that way, let us hope our paths never cross again. Please don't try to follow me.
James Bond Your peanut-toting friend back there wouldn't like it?
No, he wouldn't.
Ah, Miss Goodnight.
James!
James Bond Aren't we a little overdressed, Goodnight?
I like a girl in a bikini. No concealed weapons. [shows Goodnight to her chair] Miss Goodnight, please. Mr. Bond. [Bond sits next to her as Nick Nack places a tray on the table] Now, let's see what Nick Nack has for us. [he lifts the tray's lid] Ahh- mushrooms. [As he sits down across from Bond, Goodnight takes a hasty look at the mushrooms and glances meaningfully at Bond.])
The fried mushroom looks terribly interesting.
Bond Yes, I noticed that- I'll get around to it later. [Scaramanga subtly places several pieces of his Golden Gun on the table as Nick Nack pours wine] Having fun in the sun, Goodnight?
Yes- I could stay here forever. [Scaramanga watches them]
Bond Mmm, excellent- slightly reminiscent of a '34 Mouton.
Then I must add it to my cellar. [writes it down]
Bond You live well, Scaramanga.
At a million dollars a contract, I can afford to, Mr. Bond. You work for peanuts, a hearty well done from Her Majesty the Queen, and a pittance of a pension. Apart from that, we are the same. [raises his glass in a toast] To us, Mr. Bond. We are the best. [he and Goodnight drink, but Bond does not]
Bond There's a useful four letter word... and you're full of it. [Scaramanga sets down his wine, his expression cold] When I kill, it is on the specific orders of my government. And those I kill are themselves killers.
Ha! [takes the various pieces of the Golden Gun and moves them into his lap, out of sight] Come, come, Mr. Bond, you disappoint me. You get as much fulfillment out of killing as I do, so why don't you admit it?
Bond I admit killing you would be a pleasure.
Then you should have done that when you first saw me. But then, of course, the English don't consider it sporting to kill in cold blood, do they?
Bond Don't count on that. [reaches for his gun, but Scaramanga raises his Golden Gun, which he has surreptitiously put together.]
... I could have shot you down when you landed, but that would have been ridiculously easy. [Bond slowly moves his hand away from his pistol] You see, Mr. Bond, like all great artists I want to create one indisputable masterpiece. The death of 007 -mano a mano, face to face- will be mine.
Bond You mean, stuffed and displayed over your rocky mantelpiece?
It's an amusing idea, but I was thinking more in terms of history. A duel between titans... my golden gun against your Walther PPK. Each of us a 50-50 chance.
Bond Six bullets to your one?
I only need one.
Bond ...Sounds a bit old-fashioned, doesn't it? Pistols and dawn, that sort of thing?
Indeed it is, Mr Bond. But it still remains the only true test, for gentlemen.
Bond I doubt you'll qualify on that score. However, I accept. As soon as I finish this delicious lunch Nick Nack has prepared for us.
