James Bond Quotes - The Man with the Golden Gun
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Sheriff J.W.: | Now, I know you! You're that secret agent! That English secret agent, from England! |
Goodnight: | Somebody locked me in a boot! |
Saida: | I've lost my charm! |
Bond: | Not from where I'm standing. |
Bond: | Miss Anders! I didn't recognize you with your clothes on. |
Lazar: | Mr. Bond, bullets do not kill. It is the finger that pulls the trigger. |
Bond: | Exactly. I am now aiming precisely at your groin. So speak, or forever hold your piece. |
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! |
M: | So, if I heard correctly, Scaramanga got away. |
Bond: | Yes, sir. |
M: | In a car that sprouted wings? |
Q: | That's perfectly feasible, sir. In fact, we're working on one now.. |
M: | Oh, Q, shut up! |
Anders: | I need 007! Who do you think sent that bullet to
London, with your number on it? I did. And it wasn't easy getting his
fingerprint on the note. |
Bond: | Did you see who shot Fairbanks? |
Saida: | No, I was in his arms. My eyes were closed. |
Bond: | Well, at least he died happy! |
Waiter: | With the compliments.. |
Bond: | Phu-Yuck? |
Waiter: | '74, sir. |
Sheriff J.W.: | Now, if you pointy-heads would get out of them pajamas, you wouldn't be late for work! |
Scaramanga: | A duel between titans. My golden gun against
your Walther PPK. Each of use with a fifty-fifty chance. |
Bond: | Six bullets to your own? |
Scaramanga: | I only need one. |
Bond: | Sounds a bit old fashioned, doesn't it? I mean, pistols at dawn, that sort of thing. |
Scaramanga: | Indeed it is, Mr. Bond. But it still remains the only true test for gentlemen. |
Bond: | I doubt if you qualify on that score. |
Bond: | Are you still there? It'll be on the auxiliary feedback circuit. |
Goodnight: | Computer interlock.. is that it? |
Bond: | Just push every damn button, will you? |
Bond: | There is a useful four letter word, and you're full of it! |
Bond: | Do you always take a shower with a pistol? |
Scaramanga: | Ours is the loneliest profession, Mr. Bond. |
Bond: | A gun in a bag of peanuts. How original, what will they think of next? |
Colthorpe: | Lazar? |
Q: | Lazar? Hmm, imaginative, highly specialized.. yes! I concur. |
Bond: | Well, what the hell is Lazar? |
Colthorpe: | Not 'what', 'who'. Portuguese, lives in Macao. |
Q: | Chap who made the bullet, 007! |