James Bond: “Oh, it’s lost its chill.”
Jill Masterson: “Oh why you-.”
James Bond: “Don’t worry there is another one in the fridge.”
Jill Masterson: “Who needs it?”
James Bond: “My girl there are some things that just aren’t done, such as drinking Don Perrier 53 above a temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.”
Gun Barrel Theme.
Jill Masterson: “Who are you!?”
James Bond: “Bond, James Bond.”
Radio: “Station WEBS brings you the latest in world news. Washington: At the White House this afternoon the President said he was entirely satisfied-“
James Bond: “That makes two of us.”
James Bond: “And what do you know about gold, Moneypenny?”
Moneypenny: “Oh the only gold I know is the kind you wear, you know on the third finger of your left hand-.”
James Bond: “Hmmm, one of these days we really must look into that.”
Q: “Now this one I am particularly keen about. You see the gear lever here, now if you take the top off you will find a little red button. Whatever you do, don’t touch it!”
James Bond: “Yes, why not?”
Q: “Because you will release this section of the roof and engage and fire the passenger ejector seat-whoosh!”
James Bond: “Ejector seat? You’re joking.”
Q: “I never joke about my work, 007.”
[Bond is strapped to Goldfinger’s laser torture device]
James Bond: “I think you have made your point Goldfinger, thank you for the demonstration.”
Goldfinger: “Choose your next witticism carefully, Mr. Bond, it may be your last.”
James Bond: “Do you expect me to talk?”
Goldfinger: “No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!”
James Bond: “Who are you?”
Pussy Galore: “My name is Pussy Galore.”
James Bond: “I must be dreaming.”
Mi-Lee: “Can I do something for you, Mr Bond?”
James Bond: “Just a drink. A martini, shaken not stirred.”
James Bond: “Manners, Oddjob. I thought you always took your hat off to a lady.”
Pussy Galore: “Well how about it handsome? Don’t you think its time we got to know each other socially?”
James Bond: “Well the new Miss Galore, where do you hide your gold knuckles in this outfit?”
Pussy Galore: “Oh I never carry weapons after business hours.”
James Bond: “Yes, so you are off duty?”
Pussy Galore: “I’m completely defenseless.”
James Bond: “So am I.”
[After Goldfinger plummets to his death out of the plane]
Pussy Galore: “What happened? Where’s Goldfinger?”
James Bond: “Playing his golden harp.”
