James Bond: Miss Anders... I didn't recognize you with your clothes on.
Francisco Scaramanga: Ours is the loneliest profession, Mr. Bond.
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: 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.
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.