“Wait a minute, this is James Stock of the London Financial times.”
“How will I recognize him?”
" Got a limp in his right leg. "
“Fascinating anatomical tidbit, but probably the most useless piece of information I’ve ever heard, unless of course the Bottoms Up is a strip club and Scaramanga is performing there.”
“I’ve been known to keep my tip up.”
“Madame, I’ve come to offer my sincere condolences.”
“I’ll give you a nut. Here you are.”
Although for such a grand meal I would have expected a claret.
“You may know all the right wines, but you’re still the one on your knees.”
“What makes you think this is my first time?”
„For England, James?“
“Stuff my orders.”
“If the CIA made me an offer, I’d be off like a shot.”
“Ten million was wired to your account in Montenegro, with a contingency for five more if I deem it a prudent investment…”
“Oh, then I shall use player’s privilege and use your lucky dice. It’s all in the wrist…double sixes. Fancy that.”
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“You know, James, I just want you to know that if all that was left of you was your smile and your little finger, you’d still be more of a man than anyone I’ve ever met.”
“Herr Doktor Mortner would be proud of his creation.”
" I can protect you, do you understand? I can protect you! "
“I am now pointing directly at your groin. So speak now or forever hold your piece.”
“Do you think you could gift wrap it for me, please? Lengthwise, if you don’t mind.”
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