James Bond: Do you expect me to talk? Auric Goldfinger: No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!
Pussy Galore: My name is Pussy Galore. James Bond: I must be dreaming.
Q: Now this one I'm 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: Yeah, why not? Q: Because you'll release this section of the roof,...
Auric Goldfinger: Man has climbed Mount Everest, gone to the bottom of the ocean. He's fired rockets at the Moon, split the atom, achieved miracles in every field of human endeavor... except crime!
James Bond: My dear girl, there are some things that just aren't done, such as drinking Dom Perignon '53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That's just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs!
[Gesturing to a crushed car] Auric Goldfinger: Forgive me, Mr. Bond, but, uh... I must arrange to separate my gold from the late Mr. Solo. James Bond: As you said, he had a pressing engagement.
Auric Goldfinger: This is gold, Mr. Bond. All my life I've been in love with its color... its brilliance, its divine heaviness.
Auric Goldfinger: Ah, welcome to AuricStud, Mr. Bond. [gesturing toward a horse] Auric Goldfinger: Beautiful animal, isn't she? James Bond: Certainly better bred than the owner.
Mei-Lei: Can I do anything for you, Mr. Bond? James Bond: Uh, just a drink. A martini, shaken, not stirred.
Pussy Galore: What happened? Where's Goldfinger? James Bond: Playing his golden harp.
[seeing the body of Oddjob who was electrocuted] Felix Leiter: You okay, James? Where's your butler friend? James Bond: He blew a fuse.
[after knocking a fan into a bathtub to electrocute a bad guy] James Bond: Shocking! Positively shocking!
Pussy Galore: You like a close shave, don't you?
Colonel Smithers: Have a little more of this rather disappointing brandy. M: What's the matter with it? James Bond: I'd say it was a 30-year-old fine, indifferently blended, sir... with an overdose of bon-bois. M: Colonel Smithers is giving the lectu...
James Bond: Manners, Oddjob. I thought you always took your hat off to a lady. James Bond: [to Pussy] You know, he kills little girls like you. Pussy Galore: Little boys, too.
James Bond: [to Jill, who has been helping Goldfinger cheat at cards] What's your name? Jill Masterson: Jill. James Bond: Jill who? Jill Masterson: Jill Masterson. James Bond: Tell me, Jill... why does he do it? Jill Masterson: He likes to win. James...
James Bond: Special plane, lunch at the White House... how come? Felix Leiter: The President wants to thank you personally. James Bond: Oh, it was nothing, really. Felix Leiter: I know that, but he doesn't. James Bond: I suppose I'll be able to get a...
Pussy Galore: [pointing a gun at Bond, who has just emerged from the airplane lavatory] We'll be landing in twenty minutes. Do you want to play it easy, or the hard way? And this isn't a tranquilizer gun. James Bond: Now, Pussy, you know a lot more a...
