-If you’ll excuse me, Mr. Bond, I have to tend to separating my gold
from the late Mr. Solo.
-As you said, a pressing engagement.
-Special plane. Lunch at the White House…How come?
-The President wants to thank you personally.
-Oh, it was nothing. Really.
-I know that. But he doesn’t
-I suppose I’ll be able to get a drink there.
-I told the stewardess liquor for three.
-Who are the other two?
-Oh, there are no other two.
1) Do you expect me to talk? 2) No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die! Besides, there is nothing you could possibly tell me that I don’t already know.
1. Do you expect me to talk? 2. No Mr. Bond. I expect you to die.
1:Who are you? 2:My name is Pussy Galore. 1:I must be dreaming…
Bond: An ejector seat? You’re joking!
Q: I never joke about my work double oh seven.
Bond: Do you expect me to talk?
Goldfinger: No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die!
Choose your next wittism carefully, Mr. Bond. It may be your last. The purpose of our two previous encounters is now clear to me. I don’t intend to be distracted by another. Goodnight, Mr. Bond.
Discipline, 007. Discipline.
Do you expect me to talk? No Mr. Bond, I expect you to die.
Felix, meet Dink
Hello Dink
Dink Saygoodbye to Felix
EEEHH
MAN TALK SLAPS HER ARSE
He’s playing his golden harp.
I must have appealed to her maternal instincts.
I think you’ve made your point, Goldfinger. Thank you for the demonstration.
lady, asking about gun: Why do you always have to wear that thing?/ man: I have a slight inferiority complex.
Let’s have a little fun with Mr.Goldfinger.
man: Manners, Oddjob. I thought you always took your hat off to a lady. You know he kills little girls like you./ female: Little boys, too.
Martini, shaken not stirred
My girl there are some things you just don’t do, like listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.
My name is Pussy Galore.
No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!
Q: I never joke about my work, double-o-7.
Shocking. Positively Shocking
That’s a Smith and Wesson 45. At this close range, the bullet will pass through me and the fuselage like a blowtorch through butter. The cabin will depressurize and we’ll both be sucked into outer space.
That..that’s Mr. Goldfinger’s suite!
This is no time to be rescued.
This isn’t a personal vendetta, double-o-7. It’s an assignment, like any other. If you can’t treat it as such, coldly and objectively, double-o-8 can replace you. You’ve hardly distinguished yourself, have you? You were supposed to observe Goldfinger, not borrow his girlfriend.
WHO ARE YOU?
my name is pussy galore.
I MUST BE DREAMING.
Woman: My name is Pussy Galore
Man:I must be dreaming
You like a close shave, don’t you?
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