Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I open champagne? - No, it's a surprise.

You can have me too, if you like.

An unexpected honour, Mr Bond.

- Lazar? - Lazar!

But killing a few hours as one of your passing fancies

Bonjour, Monsieur Bond.

- Alaska. - No. Bill Fairbanks, 002.

Six bullets to your one?

- This one was the best, n'est-ce pas? - Not bad. Not bad at all.

- Keep on walking. - But you haven't answered my question.

Christopher Lee

Assuming Gibson was killed by Scaramanga,

In a cabaret with a lady called Saida.

Without being immodest, there are few people in this part of the world who don't.

You are very handsome man. 40 bahts.

- Why not India? - Nickel content obviously too low, 007.

We're going to the New Territories!

Ever heard of one?

If anything had gone wrong, there's nothing to connect the two.

like every great artist, I want to create an indisputable masterpiece

Oh, it depends.

Francisco Scaramanga.

and we're receiving her signal from somewhere off this coastline here.

I mean sir, who would pay a million dollars to have me killed? Jealous husbands! Outraged chefs! Humiliated tailors! The list is endless!

No. But the bottom one has a homer in it.

If he developed a solar cell that efficient, he solved the energy crisis.

Which car are we all chasin', boy?

I'm with you all the way.

I don't want you to twist my arm again.

Keep this. Whatever you do, don't lose it.

Yet you make guns for fingerless hoodlums,

You can't do this to me. I want my wallet back.

You're improving.

Only one of you can leave the field of honour.

Was Gibson cooperative?

Put your hands up and get out of here!

It was an inspiration, sending that bullet.

I wonder where you can find your gun, Monsieur Scaramanga.

A custom-built model for a client

You only have three bullets left.

I always thought your abnormality was a myth.

I don't work for him.

She must be by the car.

- Monsieur, good shooting. - I've never killed a midget before.

Ah! Goodnight. What a pleasant surprise.

Goes with the solex. No extra charge.

Well, we, er... all get our jollies one way or another.

At 453% below zero, that liquid helium would break it off like an icicle.

Is Miss Goodnight with you? I'd like a word with her.

I doubt if you qualify on that score.

Herve Villechaize