“There’s a useful four-letter word, and you’re full of it.”

DIRECTOR: Guy Hamilton

 CLASSIC SCENE: While on the trail of million-dollar hitman Francisco Scaramanga (Christopher Lee) and the missing Solex Agitator (the solution to the world’s energy crisis), James Bond (Roger Moore) and his Hong Kong contact Mary Goodnight (Britt Ekland) travel to Thailand, where eventually she is kidnapped by the man with the golden gun. In search of the Solex – and Goodnight, Bond pilots a seaplane to Scaramanga’s private island headquarters where he is guest at a bizarre luncheon…

BOND: Having fun in the sun Goodnight?

GOODNIGHT: Yes – I could stay here forever!

BOND: (tasting the wine) Excellent – slightly reminiscent of a Vert du von Mouton.

SCARAMANGA: Then I must add it to my cellar.

BOND: You live well Scaramanga.

SCARAMANGA: At a million dollars a contract I can afford to Mister 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 Mister Bond – we are the best!

BOND: There’s a useful four-letter word, and you’re full of it. When I kill it’s on the specific orders of my government, and those I kill are themselves killers.

SCARAMANGA: Come come Mister Bond, you disappoint me – you get as much fulfilment out of killing as I do so why don’t you admit it?

BOND: I admit killing you would be a pleasure.

SCARAMANGA: You should have done that when you first saw me – but then of course the English don’t consider it sporting, to kill in cold blood do they?

BOND: Don’t count on that.

SCARAMANGA: I could have shot you down when you landed, but that would have been ridiculously easy. You see Mister Bond, like every great artist I want to create an indisputable masterpiece once in my lifetime – the death of double-o-seven, mano y 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 – a duel between Titans – my Golden Gun against your Walther PPK, each of us with a fifty-fifty chance.

BOND: Six bullets to your one?

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 Mister Bond – but it still remains the only true test for gentlemen.

BOND: I doubt if you qualify on that score – however, I accept – as soon as I’ve finished this delicious lunch that Nick Nack has prepared for us.