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I mean sir, who would pay a million dollars to have me killed?
This is what I call solar power.
Six bullets to your one?
Fascinating anatomical tidbit, but probably the most useless piece of information I ever heard.
I admit killing you would be a pleasure.
I'll get you yet. And I'll enjoy everything you leave me.
I've lost my charm!
But it has been a pleasure for me to finally meet you Mr. Bond, thanks to Miss Anders here.
A gun in a bag of peanuts, how original.
I've come to warn you. You're in great danger.
I just got to have me one of those cute little elephants.
Oh, poor Bill. I miss him.
You mean - stuffed and displayed at your rocky mantelpiece?
Hotel, sir?
I'll keep the wine properly chilled.
I've never killed a midget before.
But, darling, who's at the wheel?
You wait here. I'll take care of the maintenance man.
Well, there's only one small problem. I have no swimming trunks.
Yet you make guns for fingerless hoodlums, bullets for assassins.
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