Francisco Scaramanga
What do they teach at that school? Belly dancing?
I find nothing remotely amusing about Mr. Bond's escape.
Scaramanga
You underestimated him.
Even my influence does not extend into the British Secret Service. I shall lie low too. I do not intend to jeopardize a project in which I have invested half my fortune, when it is ready to yield billions.
Scaramanga
Where will you hide out?
That is not your concern. Now, take this... [he hands Scaramanga the SOLEX agitator] Return it to the plant and don't leave there without my permission. [he doesn't see Scaramanga assembling the Golden Gun] May I remind you that you work for me. I took you on as a junior partner to be an occasional convenience, nothing more. I did not pay you to interfere in my affairs. Is that clear?
Scaramanga
Yes, very clear.
I now regret having even considered employing your services, but that is beside the point. Bond doesn't know you're in Bangkok; he's never seen you. But he has seen me. That's the problem.
Scaramanga
That's no problem. [shoots Fat dead, then disassembles the Golden Gun as one of Fat's aides comes to investigate]
What happened?
Scaramanga
Mr. Fat has just resigned. I'm the new Chairman of the Board. [goes outside, looks over at Fat's family tomb] He always did like that mausoleum. Put him in it.
