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| :. The Man With The Golden Gun - Quotes .:
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- Bond :-: "Moneypenny, Fairbanks....."
- Moneypenny :-: "Alaska!"
- Bond :-: "No, Bill Fairbanks 002"
- Moneypenny :-: "Oh poor Bill. I miss him"
- Bond :-: "The man with the golden gun didn't"
- Moneypenny :-: "Officially, that was never confirmed"
- Bond :-: "Where was 002 when it happened?"
- Moneypenny :-: "Beirut, 69?, in a cabaret with a lady called Saida"
- Bond :-: "Beirut, hmmmm.... Moneypenny you are better than a computer"
- Moneypenny :-: "In all sorts of ways! But you never take advantage of them"
- Lazar :-: "My relationship with a client, Mr. Bond, is strictly confidential, like a doctor or a priest"
- Bond :-: "Of course, yet you make guns for fingerless hoodlums, bullets for assassins"
- Lazar :-: "Mr. Bond, bullets do not kill, it is the finger that pulls the trigger"
- Bond :-: "Exactly....I'm now aiming precisely at your groin. So speak or forever hold your piece"
- Lazar :-: "I have never seen Mr. Scaramanga!"
- Bond :-: "On a cost per bullet basis he must be your best customer"
- Lazar :-: "That is true, but unfortunately he seems only to fire them occasionally!"
- Bond :-: "When was the last shipment?"
- Lazar :-: "Mr. Bond this is impossible, I can not....!!"
- Bond :-: (Bond fires a shot that misses Mr. Lazar's groin by an inch)
"You're quite right....an inch too low!"
- Bond :-: "Sorry about that darling! It was Hip! There's still no sign of Hai Fat. Every inquiry gets a polite Oriental brush off"
- Waiter :-: (A waiter approaches holding a bottle of wine)
"With the compliments....." - Bond :-: "Phu-yuck?!"
- Waiter :-: "74', sir!"
- Bond :-: (Bond and Goodnight tastes the wine)
"I approve!" - Goodnight :-: "You do?!"
- Bond :-: "Oh... not the wine. Your frock. Tight in all the right places....not too many buttons...!"
- Goodnight :-: "Standard uniform for South East Asia. The buttons are down the back!"
- Bond :-: "Designed by Q no doubt. One of them is a suicide-pill, I suppose?"
- Goodnight :-: "No, but the bottom one has a homer in it!"
- Bond :-: "How original"
- JW :-: "Nowww, I know you. You're that secret agent, that English secret agent, from England!"
- Hi-Fat's servant :-: (Scaramanga have just shot Hai Fat in his own home. Fat's servant comes running)
"What happened?" - Scaramanga :-: "Mr. Fat has just resigned. I'm the new chairman of the board"
(Scaramanga walks outside and spots the mausoleum)
He always did like that mausoleum. Put him in it!"
- Scaramanga :-: "You must admit Mr. Bond, I'm now undeniably the man with the golden gun!!"
- Scaramanga :-: "You see Mr. Bond, like every great artist I want to create an indisputable masterpiece once in my lifetime. The death of 007 mano en mano, face to face, will be mine"
- Bond :-: "You mean stuffed and displayed over your rocky mantelpiece?"
- Scaramanga :-: "That's an amusing idea but I was thinking in terms of history"
- Scaramanga :-: "A duel between titans......my golden gun against your Walter PPK!"
- Bond :-: "One bullet against my six?!"
- Scaramanga :-: "I only need one, Mr. Bond!!"
- Bond :-: "I've never killed a midget before, but there can always be a first time!"
- Nick Nack :-: "Oh, monsieur!"
- Goodnight :-: (JB and Goodnight lay down on the bed, kissing. Bond stops as he sees a phone rise, just next to the bed)
"What's the matter?" - Bond :-: "Something came up!"
(Bond picks up the reciever)
"Hello?" - M :-: "Ah, there you are Bond...Well done. Congratulations!"
- Bond :-: "Thank you, sir"
- M :-: "Is Miss Goodnight with you? I would like a word with her..."
- Bond :-: "Hold on, sir"
(Bond starts kissing Goodnight, not letting her pick up the phone) - M :-: "Bond...Bond, are you there? ... Goodnight...?"
- Bond :-: "She's just coming, Sir!"
- M :-: "....Goodnight...? Goodnight...? ...GOODNIGHT!!"
- Bond :-: "Goodnight, sir"
(Bond hangs up the phone)
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