Goldfinger

Bond: Tell me, Jill. Why does he do it? Jill: He likes to win. Bond: Why do you do it? Jill: He pays me. Bond: Is that all he pays you for? Jill: And for being seen with him. Bond: Just seen? Jill: Just seen! Bond: Oh, I'm so glad.

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M: Gold? All over? Bond: She died of skin suffocation. It's been known to happen to cabaret dancers. It's all right as long as you leave a small bare patch at the base of the spine to allow the skin to breathe. M: Someone obviously didn't. Bond: And I know who.

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Bond: What do you know about gold, Moneypenny? Moneypenny: Oh, the only gold I know about is the kind you wear. You know, [makes motion of inserting ring] on the third finger of your left hand. Bond: One day we really must look into that. Moneypenny: What about tonight? You come round for dinner and I'll cook you a beautiful Angel Cake. Bond: Nothing would give me great pleasure but unfortunately I have a ... business appointment. Moneypenny: That's the flimsiest excuse you've ever given me. Ah well, some girls have all the luck. Who is she, James? M: [Over the intercom] "She" is me, Miss Moneypenny. And kindly omit the customary byplay with 007, will you? He's dining with me, and I don't want him to be late. Moneypenny: [Hopeful] So there's hope for me yet? Bond: Moneypenny...won't you ever believe me?

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Colonel Smithers: We here, at the Bank of England, Mr. Bond, are the official depository for gold bullion. [Smithers' butler, Brunskill, approaches the dining table with a box of cigars] Just as Fort Knox, Kentucky, is for the United States. [During this line, Brunskill offers M a cigar] We know, of course, uh...the amounts we each hold; we know the amounts deposited in other banks; and we can estimate what is being held for industrial purposes. [Brunskill crosses to Bond] Then this enables the two governments to establish, respectively, the true value of the dollar and the pound. And consequently, we are vitally concerned with unauthorised leakages. [Bond refuses the cigar offer; Brunskill crosses to Colonel Smithers] Bond: I take it you mean smuggling. Colonel Smithers: [Embarrassed] Yes. [During this line, he selects a cigar from the box] Gold, gentlemen, which can be melted down and recast, is virtually untraceable... [He hands the cigar to Brunskill, who cuts it during the next li

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Q: Now this one I'm particularly keen about. You see the gear lever here? [Points to the gearstick] Now, if you take the top off [opens the cap], you'll find a little red button. [Closes the cap, stands up] Whatever you do, don't touch it. Bond: Yeah, why not? Q: Because you'll release [points out the section of roof above the front passenger seat] this section of the roof, and engage and then fire the passenger ejector seat. [Gestures] Whish! Bond: Ejector seat? You're joking! Q: I never joke about my work, 007. [Bond falls silent]

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Bond: [Lying face up on a table, with a huge industrial laser slowly slicing its way to his crotch] Do you expect me to talk? Goldfinger: [Looks back, laughing] No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!

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