"When fighting a duel, fairness requires both combatants to stand at an equal distance from one another..."
— Old serial novel
"All right, boys. Take ten paces up the street, then turn and shoot!"
— Sheriff, The Town with No Name
"Dueling pistol. Thirty paces. In the event that both parties survive, each will approach the other at increments of ten paces until only one remains."
— The Harbinger, John Wick: Chapter 4
Francisco Scaramanga: I could've shot you down when you landed, but that would've 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, face-to-face, will be mine.
James Bond: You mean stuffed and displayed over your rocky mantelpiece?
Scaramanga: That's an amusing idea, but I was thinking in terms of history. A duel between titans. My Golden Gun against your Walther PPK. Each of us have a 50:50 chance.
Bond: Six bullets to your one?
Scaramanga: I only need one.
Bond: Sounds a bit old-fashioned, doesn't it, pistols at dawn, that sort of thing?
Scaramanga: Indeed it is, Mr. Bond. But it still remains the only true test for gentlemen.
Bond: I doubt if you qualify on that score. However, I accept.
James Bond: You mean stuffed and displayed over your rocky mantelpiece?
Scaramanga: That's an amusing idea, but I was thinking in terms of history. A duel between titans. My Golden Gun against your Walther PPK. Each of us have a 50:50 chance.
Bond: Six bullets to your one?
Scaramanga: I only need one.
Bond: Sounds a bit old-fashioned, doesn't it, pistols at dawn, that sort of thing?
Scaramanga: Indeed it is, Mr. Bond. But it still remains the only true test for gentlemen.
Bond: I doubt if you qualify on that score. However, I accept.
