The Man with the Golden Gun Quotes
James Bond is led to believe that he is targeted by the world's most expensive assassin while he attempts to recover sensitive solar cell technology that is being sold to the highest bidder.
Francisco Scaramanga: You get as much pleasure out of killing as I do, so why don't you admit it?
James Bond: I admit killing you would be a pleasure.
Francisco Scaramanga: Then you should have done that when you first saw me. On the other hand, the English don't consider it sporting to kill in cold blood, do they?
James Bond: Don't count on that.
James Bond: I admit killing you would be a pleasure.
Francisco Scaramanga: Then you should have done that when you first saw me. On the other hand, the English don't consider it sporting to kill in cold blood, do they?
James Bond: Don't count on that.
Francisco Scaramanga: 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.
Francisco Scaramanga: You see, Mr. Bond, I always thought I loved animals. Then I discovered that I enjoyed killing people even more.
James Bond: An eye for an eye.
Francisco Scaramanga: You see, Mr. Bond, I always thought I loved animals. Then I discovered that I enjoyed killing people even more.
Andrea Anders: [Bond is interrogating her for Scaramanga's whereabouts] I know he has a date at the Bottom's Up club tonight!
James Bond: How will I recognize him?
Andrea Anders: Tall, slim and dark.
James Bond: So is my aunt. Anything distinctive about him?
Andrea Anders: Yes, but how can I...
[sigh]
Andrea Anders: He's not like other people. He has three...
[points to her chest]
James Bond: Oh. Fascinating anatomical tidbit, but probably the most useless piece of information I ever heard. Unless of course the Bottom's Up is a strip club and Scaramanga is performing there.
James Bond: How will I recognize him?
Andrea Anders: Tall, slim and dark.
James Bond: So is my aunt. Anything distinctive about him?
Andrea Anders: Yes, but how can I...
[sigh]
Andrea Anders: He's not like other people. He has three...
[points to her chest]
James Bond: Oh. Fascinating anatomical tidbit, but probably the most useless piece of information I ever heard. Unless of course the Bottom's Up is a strip club and Scaramanga is performing there.
James Bond: You live well, Scaramanga.
Francisco 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. To us, Mr Bond, we are the best.
James Bond: There's a useful four letter word, and you're full of it.
Francisco 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. To us, Mr Bond, we are the best.
James Bond: There's a useful four letter word, and you're full of it.
Francisco Scaramanga: [after Bond has broken out of Hai Fat's karate school] ... What do they teach at that academy? Ballet dancing?
Hai Fat: I find nothing amusing in Mr. Bond's escape. May I remind you that you work for me. I took you on to be an occasional consultant, nothing more. I did not pay you to interfere in my affairs. Is that understood? Now, return to the plant and don't leave there without my permission.
[he doesn't see Scaramanga assembling the Golden Gun]
Hai Fat: ...I now regret having even considered employing your services, but that is beside the point. Bond doesn't know you; he's never seen you. But he knows me. That's the problem.
Francisco Scaramanga: That's no problem.
[He shoots Fat dead, then disassembles the Golden Gun as one of Fat's aides comes to investigate]
Francisco Scaramanga: ...Mr. Fat has just resigned. I am the new Chairman of the Board.
[goes outside]
Francisco Scaramanga: ...Fat always did like that mausoleum. Put him in it.
Hai Fat: I find nothing amusing in Mr. Bond's escape. May I remind you that you work for me. I took you on to be an occasional consultant, nothing more. I did not pay you to interfere in my affairs. Is that understood? Now, return to the plant and don't leave there without my permission.
[he doesn't see Scaramanga assembling the Golden Gun]
Hai Fat: ...I now regret having even considered employing your services, but that is beside the point. Bond doesn't know you; he's never seen you. But he knows me. That's the problem.
Francisco Scaramanga: That's no problem.
[He shoots Fat dead, then disassembles the Golden Gun as one of Fat's aides comes to investigate]
Francisco Scaramanga: ...Mr. Fat has just resigned. I am the new Chairman of the Board.
[goes outside]
Francisco Scaramanga: ...Fat always did like that mausoleum. Put him in it.
Waiter: [Bond's waiter shows him the wine label] With the compliments...
James Bond: PHUYUCK?
Waiter: '74, sir.
James Bond: [Bond sips some wine] I approve.
Goodnight: [looking at him incredulously] You do?
James Bond: Oh, not the wine, your frock. Tight in all the right places, not too many buttons.
Goodnight: Standard uniform for Southeast Asia. The buttons are down the back.
James 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.
James Bond: PHUYUCK?
Waiter: '74, sir.
James Bond: [Bond sips some wine] I approve.
Goodnight: [looking at him incredulously] You do?
James Bond: Oh, not the wine, your frock. Tight in all the right places, not too many buttons.
Goodnight: Standard uniform for Southeast Asia. The buttons are down the back.
James 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.
[on the dead Andrea Ankers]
Francisco Scaramanga: Forget the girl, she's replaceable. Eventually, 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?
Francisco Scaramanga: No, he wouldn't.
Francisco Scaramanga: Forget the girl, she's replaceable. Eventually, 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?
Francisco Scaramanga: No, he wouldn't.
James Bond: He couldn't have missed me tonight. Instead, he hit some chap coming out of the club. I got quite a shock when I saw who it was.
M: I should think you did.
James Bond: Our missing solar-energy expert, Gibson.
M: Yes, Gibson! He was prepared to come back, under special terms. That's why I'm out here with Professor Frazier. I almost wish that Scaramanga had a contract out on you.
M: I should think you did.
James Bond: Our missing solar-energy expert, Gibson.
M: Yes, Gibson! He was prepared to come back, under special terms. That's why I'm out here with Professor Frazier. I almost wish that Scaramanga had a contract out on you.
[Seeing Andrea Anders dead, Bond begins looking through her purse for the Solex device]
James Bond: Darling, it must be in your handbag. I saw the man at the shop give it to you.
[Scaramanga appears and sits beside Bond who takes little notice]
James Bond: [to Scaramanga] Sorry for what it must look like. Without the ticket, we can't get a recpit for customs.
Francisco Scaramanga: You woun't find it in there, Mr. Bond. I looked before you came.
[alarmed, Bond is going to draw his gun against Scaramanga]
Francisco Scaramanga: I wouldn't do that either. Look behind you.
[Bond turns around, but sees no one]
Francisco Scaramanga: Lower.
[Bond looks down and realizes Nick Nack is behind him with a small pistol and a bag of peanuts in his hands]
James Bond: A gun in a bag of peanuts, how original. What will they think of next?
James Bond: Darling, it must be in your handbag. I saw the man at the shop give it to you.
[Scaramanga appears and sits beside Bond who takes little notice]
James Bond: [to Scaramanga] Sorry for what it must look like. Without the ticket, we can't get a recpit for customs.
Francisco Scaramanga: You woun't find it in there, Mr. Bond. I looked before you came.
[alarmed, Bond is going to draw his gun against Scaramanga]
Francisco Scaramanga: I wouldn't do that either. Look behind you.
[Bond turns around, but sees no one]
Francisco Scaramanga: Lower.
[Bond looks down and realizes Nick Nack is behind him with a small pistol and a bag of peanuts in his hands]
James Bond: A gun in a bag of peanuts, how original. What will they think of next?
[M stares in shock as Bond relays news of his foul-up]
James Bond: And that's really all there is to it...
M: So if I understand it, Scaramanga got away - in a car that sprouted wings!
Q: Oh, that's perfectly feasible, sir. In fact, we're working on one now.
M: Oh, shut up, Q!
James Bond: We found the carplane abandonned about two hundred miles west of Bangkok.
M: And the Solex?
Lieutenant Hip: In Goodnight's handbag, sir.
M: [shakes head] And where is Miss Goodnight now?
James Bond: Well, Communications aren't picking up the signal from the homing device she has supplied by Q.
Q: [indignantly] Rubbish! They're simply not stepping up reception sufficiently to enable...
M: [cuts him off] Oh, Q, shut up! Of all the fouled-up, half-witted operations...
James Bond: And that's really all there is to it...
M: So if I understand it, Scaramanga got away - in a car that sprouted wings!
Q: Oh, that's perfectly feasible, sir. In fact, we're working on one now.
M: Oh, shut up, Q!
James Bond: We found the carplane abandonned about two hundred miles west of Bangkok.
M: And the Solex?
Lieutenant Hip: In Goodnight's handbag, sir.
M: [shakes head] And where is Miss Goodnight now?
James Bond: Well, Communications aren't picking up the signal from the homing device she has supplied by Q.
Q: [indignantly] Rubbish! They're simply not stepping up reception sufficiently to enable...
M: [cuts him off] Oh, Q, shut up! Of all the fouled-up, half-witted operations...
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: What's goin' on with you? What the hell you doin' now, boy? The bridge is that way!
[Sheriff Pepper sees Bond is about to drive over a wrecked bridge]
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: You're not gonna...
James Bond: [mimicking Pepper's Southern accent] I sure am, boy! Ever hear of Evel Knievel?
[Sheriff Pepper sees Bond is about to drive over a wrecked bridge]
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: You're not gonna...
James Bond: [mimicking Pepper's Southern accent] I sure am, boy! Ever hear of Evel Knievel?
James Bond: My name is Scaramanga. Francisco Scaramanga. I feel I know you, although I never thought we would ever really meet. But it has been a pleasure for me to finally meet you Mr. Bond, thanks to Miss Anders here.
James Bond: You have a strange way of showing your gratitude.
Francisco Scaramanga: A mistress cannot serve two masters. She was a difficult shot, but a most gratifying.
James Bond: We all get our jollies one way or another.
Francisco Scaramanga: Mine has always been guns, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: You have a strange way of showing your gratitude.
Francisco Scaramanga: A mistress cannot serve two masters. She was a difficult shot, but a most gratifying.
James Bond: We all get our jollies one way or another.
Francisco Scaramanga: Mine has always been guns, Mr. Bond.
[Bond has jumped into a car that Sheriff Pepper was checking inside a dealership. He drives through the dealership window & takes off in pursuit of Scaramanga & Nick Nack, who kidnapped Mary Goodnight and are holding her in the trunk of their car]
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: [caught off guard as Bond turns the car around] What the HELL is going on?
[Bond starts a wild pursuit of Scaramanga & Nick Nack]
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: Hey! I KNOW you!
[points at Bond. Bond glances up & recognizes Pepper]
James Bond: Oh, no!
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: You're that Secret Agent! That English secret agent! From England!
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: Let's go get 'em! I'm with you all the way!
[Bond & Pepper continue chasing Scaramanga through Bangkok traffic]
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: [caught off guard as Bond turns the car around] What the HELL is going on?
[Bond starts a wild pursuit of Scaramanga & Nick Nack]
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: Hey! I KNOW you!
[points at Bond. Bond glances up & recognizes Pepper]
James Bond: Oh, no!
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: You're that Secret Agent! That English secret agent! From England!
Sheriff J.W. Pepper: Let's go get 'em! I'm with you all the way!
[Bond & Pepper continue chasing Scaramanga through Bangkok traffic]
[after Scaramanga kills a hired gun brought in by Nick Nack]
Nick-nack: This one was the best, n'est-ce pas?
Scaramanga: Not bad, not bad at all. But you're going to have to do better if you want to come into my money.
Nick-nack: I'll get you yet. And I'll enjoy everything you leave me.
Scaramanga: You'll be the death of me yet, Nick Nack.
Nick-nack: This one was the best, n'est-ce pas?
Scaramanga: Not bad, not bad at all. But you're going to have to do better if you want to come into my money.
Nick-nack: I'll get you yet. And I'll enjoy everything you leave me.
Scaramanga: You'll be the death of me yet, Nick Nack.
