Auric Goldfinger: Good morning, Mr. Simmons. Ready for our little game?
Simmons: Sure I'm ready. When you're ten grand in the hole, you're ready for anything.

Pussy Galore: What happened? Where's Goldfinger?
James Bond: Playing his golden harp.

James Bond: Do you expect me to talk?
Auric Goldfinger: No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!

James Bond: I think you made your point. Thank you for the demonstration.
Auric Goldfinger: Choose your next witticism carefully Mr. Bond, it may be your last.

Felix Leiter: You okay, James? Where's your butler friend?
James Bond: He blew a fuse.

There's some men coming to kill us. We've got to kill them first.

James Bond: Oh, no you don't.
James Bond: This is no time to be rescued.

Psychologist: I'm going to say a word, and I want you to say the first word that comes into your head. For example, if I say, 'day,' you say...
James Bond: Wasted.
Psychologist: Agent.
James Bond: Provocateur.
Psychologist: Woman?
James Bond: Provocatrix.
Psychologist: M.
James Bond: Bitch.
Psychologist: Gun.
James Bond: Shot.
Psychologist: Murder.
James Bond: Occupation.
Psychologist: Country.
James Bond: England.
Psychologist: Skyfall.
Psychologist: Skyfall.
James Bond: Done.

Three months ago, you lost the drive containing the identity of every agent embedded in terrorist organizations across the globe.

Gareth Mallory

Q: I'm your new quartermaster.
James Bond: You must be joking.

The Walther PPK/S nine-millimeter short. It's been coded to your palmprint so only you can fire it. Less of a random killing machine, more of a personal statement.

Q

M: Where the hell have you been?
James Bond: Enjoying death. 007 reporting for duty.

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