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!