Quotes

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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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Bond: Who are you? Pussy Galore: My name is Pussy Galore. Bond: [Looks away and smiles] I must be dreaming.

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Bond: You'll kill 60,000 people uselessly. Goldfinger: Hah. American motorists kill that many every two years. Bond: Yes, well, I've worked out a few statistics of my own. 15 billion dollars in gold bullion weighs 10,500 tons. Sixty men would take twelve days to load it onto 200 trucks. Now, at the most, you're going to have two hours before the Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines move in and make you put it back. Goldfinger: Who mentioned anything about removing it? [Bond goes silent] The julep tart enough for you? Bond: You plan to break into the world's largest bank, but not to steal anything. Why? Goldfinger: Go on, Mr. Bond. Bond: [Thinking] Mr. Ling, the Red Chinese agent at the factory, he's a specialist in nuclear fission... but of course! His government's given you a bomb. Goldfinger: I prefer to call it an "atomic device." It's small, but particularly dirty. Bond: Cobalt and iodine? Goldfinger: Precisely. Bond: Well, if you explode it in Fort Knox, the... the entire gold supply of