James Bond: Miss Anders... I didn't recognize you with your clothes on.
Francisco Scaramanga: Ours is the loneliest profession, Mr. Bond.
Francisco Scaramanga: A duel between titans. My golden gun against your Walther PPK. Each of us with a 50-50 chance.
James Bond: Six bullets to your one?
Francisco Scaramanga: I only need one.
Andrea Anders: I want him dead. Name your price. Anything. I'll pay it. You can have me too, if you like. I'm not unattractive.
James Bond: At last, you're starting to tell the truth.
Lazar: Mr. Bond, bullets do not kill. It is the finger that pulls the trigger.
James Bond: Exactly. I am now aiming precisely at your groin. So speak or forever hold your piece.
James Bond: Do you work for him?
Andrea Anders: I don't work for him. I'm his - eh, I'm his.
James Bond: So, he's a lover too.
Andrea Anders: Only before he kills.
James Bond: Bullfighters do the same thing. They claim it improves the eye. His eyes are on me. Where can I find him?
James Bond: Did you see who shot him?
Saida: No, I was in his arms. My eyes were closed.
James Bond: Well, at least he died happy.
Andrea Anders: He's a monster. I hate him.
James Bond: Then leave him.
Andrea Anders: You don't walk out on Scaramanga. There's no place he wouldn't find me.
James Bond: You need a good lawyer.
Andrea Anders: I need 007.
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.
Andrea Anders: I've come to warn you. You're in great danger.
James Bond: I usually am.
Nick-nack: I may be small but I never forget.
James Bond: Good evening. My name is Bond, James Bond. Your dancing is superb - and so are you.
Saida: Merci. And you are very handsome.
James Bond: I mean sir, who would pay a million dollars to have me killed?
M: Jealous husbands! Outraged chefs! Humiliated tailors! The list is endless.
Answer: Likely not. He's still screaming that he'll get Bond as the junk sails away at the end. Presumably, either he and Bond came to an arrangement after the film or Bond turned him over to the authorities. At the VERY end of the movie you see Nick Nack is actually suspended high on the mast of the junk.
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