James Bond: You mean stuffed and mounted over your rocky mantelpiece?
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?
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.