Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I got a shock when I saw who it was. - I should think you did.
I took you on as a junior partner to be an occasional convenience. Nothing more.
Entrez.
Good morning. How's the water?
Take mr. bond to school
He's good, even by my standards.
Taxi? Hotel, mister?
He even invited me to dinner.
Forgot to tell you!
Chula.
an efficient liaison officer wouldn't come amiss.
Up here.
Bottoms up!
Come, come, Mr Bond. You disappoint me.
He wanted to bargain for immunity. Suggested another meeting in Bangkok.
You won't find it in there, Mr Bond. I looked before you came.
That's up to you.
If you kill him,
Come on, let's get out of this fun palace and find that solex.
- I have run across similar situations. - Not what I've got here.
Don't you see you're the only man in the world who can kill him?
I laid him out cold.
Oh, not the wine. Your frock.
In gold... if I wanted?
Elephants!
your Walther PPK, for instance, I leave to others.
I hope you don't mind giving my nieces a lift.
It's a very great pleasure for me, Mr Bond, thanks to Miss Anders.
Kill the beam!
Oh, just one moment, darling.
Oh, look, JW. I just gotta have me one of those cute little elephants.
- Who's that? - It's, er...
Now, if Hip doesn't come up with a lead,
It's a bronze car with a black roof. Number 7543.
Apple of my eyes
And I can't jeopardise it or any mission by having Scaramanga put a bullet in you.
Oh, no.
A solar-energy station. So this is what it's all about. Ah!
that might change the situation.
Forgive me if I've been slow on the uptake
Splendid. Splendid!
Get that piece of junk off of the road.
Science was never my strong point.
- Did you see who shot him? - No, I was in his arms.
Well done. Congratulations.
Get out!
A gun in a bag of peanuts. How original. What will they think of next?
Oh, my perfumes! No!
Do you always take a shower with a pistol?
Uh-oh. I think we've got trouble.
there's really nothing very much for us to do tonight.
His eye is on me. Where can I find him?
an overworked, underpaid assassin.
The way Scaramanga speaks about you.
We could stray inadvertently into them, sir.
Decepticon?
Where is he?
Multiple delays, fired directors, new writers. The list is endless blaming you Bond!
What you might call a Mexican screw-up, gentlemen!
Bravo, Monsieur Scaramanga.
If a coup de gr‚ce is necessary,
flatten on impact for maximum wounding effect.
I'll drop the girls, come back and wait.
Nobody knows where he is or what he looks like.
Bottoms up
The death of 007, mano a mano,
I’ve never killed a midget before.
He landed in that one.
No, he won't be leaving.
Put those down!
when he was rather, er... rudely interrupted.
Half. You get the rest later.
Al, wherever you are, don't hold it against me.
I looked.
*Tak
Yes you bloody well would