Francisco Scaramanga: I could have shot you down when you landed, but that would have been ridiculously easy. You see, Mr Bond, like every great artist, I want to create an indisputable masterpiece once in my lifetime: The death of 007, mano a mano. Will be mine.
James Bond: You mean stuffed and mounted over your rocky mantelpiece?
Scaramanga: It's an amusing idea, but I was thinking more in terms of history. A duel between titans. My golden gun against your Walther PPK. Each of us a 50-50 chance.
Bond: Six bullets to your one?
Scaramanga: I only need one.
Bond: Pistols at dawn; it's a little old-fashioned, isn't it?
Scaramanga: That it is. But it remains the only true test for gentlemen.
Bond: On that score, I doubt you qualify. However, I accept.
