Quotes
(The Man With The Golden Gun)

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.

Belly dancer: Oh no! I've lost my charm!
Bond: Not from where I'm standing.

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 peace (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....
BAM, Bond fires a shot that misses Mr. Lazars groin by an inch:
Bond: You're quite right....an inch too low!

Bond is trying to find out what Scaramanga looks like:
Bond: How will I recognize him?
Andrea Anders: He's tall, dark and thin.
Bond: So is my aunt!

Goodnight: I'll keep the wine properly chilled.
Bond: And everything else warm, I trust?!

Bond: Sorry about that darling! It was Hip! There's still no sign of Hai Fat. Every inquiry gets a polite Oriental brush off.
The waiter approaches holding a bottle of wine by the name of "Phu-yuck":
Waiter: With the compliments.....
Bond: Phu-yuck??
Waiter: 74', sir!
Bond and Goodnight tastes the wine:
Bond: 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!

J.W. Pepper: Now, if you pointy-heads would get out of them pajamas, you wouldn't be late for work!

Maybel: Oh J.W., I just gotta have me one of them cute little elephants.
J.W.: Elephants? Them's democrats Maybel.

J.W.: Ahhhaa!, I knew it! You little brown pointy-heads ain't got no more idea of traffic control, than a Gooley bird.

J.W.: Now, I know you. You're that secret agent, that English secret agent, from England!

Pepper: You're not gonna...?
Bond, in mock Southern accent
Bond: I sure am, Boy!

Fat's servant: What happened?
Scaramanga: Mr. Fat has just resigned. I'm the new chairman of the board.
Scaramanga walks outside and spots the mausoleum:
Scaramanga: He always did like that mausoleum. Put him in it!

Bond: A gun in a bag of peanuts, how original. What will they think of next?!

Goodnight: Somebody locked me in a boot?!!

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.

Bond: There is a useful four letter word, and you're full of it!

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!!

Nick Nack: Good shooting, monsieur!
Bond: I've never killed a midget before, but there can always be a first time!
Nick Nack: Oh, monsieur!!

Bond has just "caged" Nick Nack and he returns to the bedroom with Miss Goodnight. They lay down on the bed, kissing. Bond stops as he sees a phone rise, just next to the bed:
Goodnight: What's the matter?
Bond: Something came up!
Bond picks up the receiver:
Bond: 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. She doesn't seem to mind:
M: Bond...Bond, are you there? ... Goodnight...?
Bond: She's just coming, Sir!
M: ...Goodnight...? Goodnight...? ...GOODNIGHT!
Bond: Good night, Sir!