No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die![James Bond: Do you expect me to talk?]
You’re a woman of many parts, Pussy.
We must have a few fast falls together sometime.[to Pussy Galore]
This is gold, Mr. Bond. All my life, I’ve been in love with its color, its brilliance, its divine heaviness.
The only gold I know about is the kind you wear. You know, on the third finger of your left hand.[James Bond: What do you know about gold, Moneypenny?]
Shocking. Positively shocking.[after pushing a fan into the tub to electrocute his enemy]
Playing his golden harp.[Pussy Galore: What happened? Where’s Goldfinger?]
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 as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.[to Jill]
Watch now on:
Man has climbed Mount Everest, gone to the bottom of the ocean. He’s fired rockets to the Moon, split the atom, achieved miracles in every field of human endeavor, except crime!
Just a drink. A martini. Shaken, not stirred.[Mei-Lei: Can I do something for you, Mr. Bond?]
I never joke about my work, 007.[James Bond: Ejector seat? You’re joking.]
I must have appealed to her maternal instincts.[after finding out Pussy Galore alerted the authorities]
