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Never Say Never Again Film Quotes

Sean Connery as James Bond in Never Say Never Again (1983)


Fatima Blush: Now write this: “The greatest rapture of my life was afforded me on a boat in Nassau by Fatima Blush,” and sign it “James Bond, 007.”
James Bond: I just remembered. It’s against Service policy to give endorsements.
Fatima Blush: WRITE!
 
Nurse: Mr. Bond, I need a urine sample. If you could fill this beaker for me?
James Bond: From here?
[Fatima Blush lands in James Bond’s arms when she water-skis up the ramp to the bar]
Fatima Blush: Oh, how reckless of me. I made you all wet.
James Bond: Yes, but my martini is still dry. My name is James.
 
[Last lines]
[Small-Fawcett is thrown into the pool by James Bond]
Small-Fawcett: I’m sorry Mr. Bond. I obviously caught you in a bad moment.
James Bond: M sent you!
Small-Fawcett: Only to plead for your return, Sir. M says that without you in the service, he fears for the security of the civilized world.
James Bond: Never again.
Domino Petachi: Never?
 
James Bond: Never again.
Domino Petachi: Never?
[they hug and Bond winks to the audience]
 
M: I send you to a health farm to get yourself in shape! Instead you DEMOLISH it! Now I’ve had to notify the local police, get a minister to muzzle the press, and allocate a sizable chunk of my meager budget to renovating the establishment!
James Bond: A man DID try to kill me, sir.
M: Oh! Caught you seducing his wife, did he?
James Bond: No, sir, not at all. But, in fact, I did lose 4 lbs and God knows how many free radicals.
M: [slams the table] That is the KIND of attitude that tempts me to suspend you, 007!
 
M: Too many free radicals. That’s your problem.
James Bond: “Free radicals,” sir?
M: Yes. They’re toxins that destroy the body and the brain, caused by eating too much red meat and white bread and too many dry martinis!
James Bond: Then I shall cut out the white bread, sir.
M: Oh, you’ll do more than THAT, 007. From now on you will suffer a strict regimen of diet and exercise; we shall PURGE those toxins from you!
James Bond: Shrublands?
M: You got it!
Q: Good to see you Mr. Bond. Things’ve been awfully dull ’round here. I hope we’re going to see some gratuitous sex and violence in this one!
James Bond: I certainly hope so too.

Miss Moneypenny: Have you got a mission, James?
James Bond: Yes. I am to eliminate all free radicals.
Miss Moneypenny: Ooh. Do be careful.
Largo: Do you lose as gracefully as you win?
James Bond: I don’t know, I’ve never lost.
Fatima Blush: You know that making love to Fatima was the greatest pleasure of your life.
James Bond: Well, to be perfectly honest, there was this girl in Philadelphia…
Fatima Blush: SHUT UP!
Largo: Are you a man who enjoys games?
James Bond: Depends with whom I’m playing.
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Diamonds Are Forever Film Quotes

Sean Connery as James Bond in Diamonds Are Forever (1971)

[to Tiffany while he’s in bed with her]
James Bond: Presumably I’m the condemned man and obviously you’re the hearty breakfast.
Sir Donald Munger: Tell me, Commander, how far does your expertise extend into the field of diamonds?
James Bond: Well, hardest substance found in nature, they cut glass, suggests marriage, I suppose it replaced the dog as the girl’s best friend. That’s about it.
M: Refreshing to hear that there is one subject you’re not an expert on!
[Tiffany Case opens the door almost nude]
James Bond: That’s quite a nice little nothing you’re almost wearing. I approve.
Tiffany Case: I don’t dress for the hired help. Let’s see your passport, Franks.
[Bond gives her his passport. She looks it over]
Tiffany Case: Occupation: Transport Consultant? It’s a little cute isn’t it? I’ll finish dressing.
James Bond: Oh, please don’t, not on my account.
Felix Leiter: I give up. I know the diamonds are in the body, but where?
James Bond: Alimentary, Dr. Leiter…
Slumber Inc. Attendant: The stiff, ehm, the deceased back there… Your brother, Mr. Franks?
James Bond: Yes, it was.
Slumber Inc. Attendant: I got a brudder.
James Bond: Small world.
Plenty O’Toole: Hi, I’m Plenty.
James Bond: But of course you are.
Plenty O’Toole: Plenty O’Toole.
James Bond: Named after your father perhaps?
[Plenty O’Toole is thrown out of the window by some goons perhaps from the 10th floor, and lands in the middle of the hotel’s swimming pool]
James Bond: [looking down] Exceptionally fine shot.
Slumber Inc. Attendant: I didn’t know there was a pool down there.
[a couple of oil workers open a hatch down to the oil pipe, and James Bond comes up to their surprise]
James Bond: Thank you very much. I was just out walking my RAT and seem to have lost my way…
James Bond: Good morning, gentlemen. ACME pollution inspection. We’re cleaning up the world, we thought this was a suitable starting point.
James Bond: Weren’t you a blonde when I came in?
Tiffany Case: Could be.
James Bond: I tend to notice little things like that – whether a girl is a blonde or a brunette.
Tiffany Case: Which do you prefer?
James Bond: Well, as long as the collar and cuffs match…
[to a rat]
James Bond: Well, one of us smells like a tart’s handkerchief.
[sniffs]
James Bond: I’m afraid it’s me. Sorry, old boy.
Sir Donald Munger: You have been on holiday, I understand. Relaxing, I hope?
James Bond: Oh, hardly relaxing, but most satisfying.
James Bond: Pity about your liver, sir. Unusually fine Solera. ’51, I believe.
M: There is no year for sherry, 007.
James Bond: I was referring to the original vintage on which the sherry is based, sir. 1851, unmistakable.
Sir Donald Munger: Precisely.
James Bond: What can I bring you back from Holland?
Miss Moneypenny: A diamond? In a ring?
James Bond: Would you settle for a tulip?
Miss Moneypenny: [Bond leaves; she sighs longingly] Mm, yes.
Tiffany Case: Listen, you can drop me off at the next corner. This whole thing is getting a little out of hand. No regrets, but when you start stealing moon machines from Willard Whyte, GOOD bye and GOOD Luck!
James Bond: Just relax, I have a friend named Felix who can fix anything.
Tiffany Case: Is he married?
[after being pulled over by the sherriff]
Tiffany Case: [sarcastically] Relax, you’ve got a friend named Felix who can fix anything.
James Bond: Unfortunately, so can Willard Whyte.
[Plenty O’Toole is found face down in a swimming pool]
Tiffany Case: She’s…
James Bond: Dead. Supposed to be you. The next link in the “pipeline”.
Tiffany Case: What are you talking about?
James Bond: Poor Plenty must have stumbled in here looking for you.
Tiffany Case: I don’t believe you!
James Bond: A dentist is dead in South Africa. That little old lady in Amsterdam. Shady got his last night. They’ve missed me once. And you’re next. Now, who’s your connection?
Tiffany Case: You sound like a cop to me…
[Slaps her]
James Bond: Who’s your connection?
Tiffany Case: All I know, his voice is on a phone. They got me this place and told me to wait for further instructions.
James Bond: You’ll find that rather difficult to hear underwater.

[Bond has shoved a tape in the rear end of Tiffany’s bikini bottom]
James Bond: Bitch. Your problems are all behind you now.
[first lines]
James Bond: [tossing chinese man around] Where is he? I shan’t ask you politely next time. Where is Blofeld?
Chinese Man: Ca-Ca-Cairo.
[last lines]
Tiffany Case: Oh, James.
James Bond: Oh, yes. What were you about to ask me?
Tiffany Case: James, how the hell do we get those diamonds down again?
[Bond tastes the Mouton Rothschild wine served]
James Bond: The wine is quite excellent. Although for such a grand meal I would have expected a claret.
Mr. Wint: But of course. Unfortunately our cellar is poorly stocked with clarets.
James Bond: Mouton Rothschild IS a claret. And, I’ve smelled that aftershave before, and both times – I’ve smelled a rat.
James Bond: What do you intend to do with those diamonds?
Blofeld: An excellent question. And one which will be hanging on the lips of the world quite soon. If I were to break the news to anyone it would be to you first, Mr Bond, you know that.
Blofeld: Good evening, Mr Bond.
James Bond: Blofeld?
Blofeld Double: Good evening, 007.
Blofeld: Double jeopardy, Mr Bond.


[Bond sees Saxby gunned down after trying to assassinate Willard Whyte]
James Bond: Saxby!
Willard Whyte: Burt Saxby? Tell him he’s fired!
James Bond: [Plenty O’Toole enters Bond’s hotel room] Well, if you’d like to come in, Plenty.
Plenty O’Toole: Oh, how pretty, what a super place you have!
James Bond: Mmm…
[Plenty kisses him; Bond unzips her purple satin dress and it falls from her, leaving her almost completely naked except for her purple high heels and her transparent pink panties]
Plenty O’Toole: [holding up a finger, moving back] Just give me one second, lover.
[she walks into the bedroom]
James Bond: [Bond picks up her dress and tosses it onto a couch. He turns on a lamp and finds a goon pointing a gun at him] Good evening.
[other lights come on, revealing another goon, also pointing a gun at him]
James Bond: Well, I’m afraid you’ve caught me with more than my hands up.
Plenty O’Toole: [being forced out of the bedroom by a third goon, her arms folded across her chest protectively] Hey, what the hell is this? A pervert’s convention or something?
[the other goons come over and pick her up, carrying her over to the window]
Plenty O’Toole: Now listen, you can’t do this to me! Stop that! I’ve got friends in this town!
[she is thrown out of the window and lands in the pool]

Blofeld: Right idea, Mr. Bond…
James Bond: …But wrong pussy.
James Bond: Surely, sir, there’s no need to involve our section on a relatively simple smuggling matter.
M: Sir Donald has convinced the PM otherwise. May I remind you 007, that Blofeld is dead. Finished! The least we can expect from you now is a little *plain*, *solid*, *work*.
Tiffany Case: Darling, why are we suddenly staying in the Newlywed Suite at the Whyte House?
James Bond: In order to form a more perfect union.
James Bond: [when introducing himself] Bond, James Bond
Bambi: [seductively] I’m “Bambi.”
Thumper: And I am “Thumper.” Is there something we can do for you?
James Bond: I can think of several things, off hand…
Marie: Is there something I can do for you?
James Bond: As a matter of fact, there is… there’s something I’d like you to get off your chest.
Tiffany Case: [reading Bond’s ID card planted on the deceased Franks] My God! You just killed James Bond!
James Bond: Is that who it was? Well just goes to show, no one’s indestructible.
James Bond: Welcome to Hell, Blofeld.
[choking a girl to get information]
James Bond: Speak up, darling, I can’t hear you.
James Bond: [playing craps] I’ll take the full odds on the ten, two hundred on the hard way, the limit on all the numbers, two hundred and fifty on the eleven. Thank you very much.
Plenty O’Toole: Say, you played this game before.
James Bond: Just once.
James Bond: Well, that’s a neat trick.
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Thunderball Film Quotes

Sean Connery as James Bond in Thunderball (1965)

 
Bond: [draping arm around nurse] Do I seem healthy to you?
Pat Fearing: Too healthy.
Fiona: Some men just don’t like to be driven.
Bond: No, some men don’t like to be taken for a ride.
Pat Fearing: What exactly do you do?
James Bond: Oh, I travel… a sort of licensed troubleshooter.
[after making love to the evil Fiona Volpe]
James Bond: My dear girl, don’t flatter yourself. What I did this evening was for Queen and country. You don’t think it gave me any pleasure, do you?
Fiona: But of course, I forgot your ego, Mr. Bond. James Bond, the one where he has to make love to a woman, and she starts to hear heavenly choirs singing. She repents, and turns to the side of right and virtue…
[she steps on Bond’s foot]
Fiona: … but not this one!
Miss Moneypenny: In the conference room – something pretty big; every double-o man in Europe has been rushed in. And the Home Secretary, too!
James Bond: His wife probably lost her dog.
James Bond: My dear, uncooperative Domino.
Domino: How do you know that? How do you know my friends call me Domino?
James Bond: It’s on the bracelet on your ankle.
Domino: So… what sharp little eyes you’ve got.
James Bond: Wait ’til you get to my teeth.
[after shooting Vargas with a spear gun]
James Bond: I think he got the point.
[Placing Fiona’s body in a chair after she is shot on the dance floor]
James Bond: Do you mind if my friend sits this one out? She’s just dead.
[to the shark that almost bit him]
James Bond: You can tell of the one that got away.
Bond: It looks very difficult.
[Shooting from the hip, Bond shatters his clay pigeon]
Bond: Why no, it isn’t, is it!
Miss Moneypenny: James, how else will you recognize her?
James Bond: Can’t miss. She has two moles on her left thigh.
Pat Fearing: Funny-looking bruise. A fall?
James Bond: A poker, in the hands of a widow.
Pat Fearing: Really? I’d have thought you were just the type for a widow.
James Bond: Not this one. He didn’t like me at all.

[after a narrow escape from a motorized traction table set on overload]
James Bond: I must be six inches taller.

M: I’ve assigned you to Station “C” Canada.
James Bond: Sir, I’d respectfully request that you change my assignment to Nassau.
M: Is there any other reason, besides your enthusiasm for water sports?
[Bond shows M a picture of Dominique Derval, the Vulcan pilot’s sister]
M: Do we know where she is now?
James Bond: Nassau.
M: Do you think she’s worth going after?
James Bond: Well, I wouldn’t put it quite like that, sir…
[after making love to Pat, Bond sees something suspicious on the grounds, and gets up to investigate]
Pat Fearing: James, where are you going?
James Bond: Oh, nowhere. I just thought I’d take a little, uh… exercise.
Pat Fearing: You must be joking.
James Bond: That gun, it looks more fitting for a woman.
Emilio Largo: You know much about guns, Mr. Bond?
James Bond: No, but I know a little about women.
[Bond and Largo spot Domino eavesdropping
Bond: I hope we didn’t scare the fishes.
Q: It is to be handled with special care!
James Bond: Everything you give me…
Q: …is treated with equal contempt. Yes, I know.
Felix Leiter: Well, hello Double-Oh…
[James slugs Felix to shut him up, then slugs the bad guy hiding in the shower]
Felix Leiter: Fine way to treat the CIA!
James Bond: I’m sorry about that, Felix, but you were about to say double-O seven. Here.
[James gives Felix the bad guy’s gun]
Felix Leiter: Well, James, did you kill him?
James Bond: You know me better than that.
Felix Leiter: What’s our next move?
James Bond: The Disco Volante. If the bombs aren’t aboard, they soon will be.
Felix Leiter: Who you going to ask, Largo?
James Bond: No, we won’t have to.
Emilio Largo: You wish to put the evil eye on me, eh? We have a way to deal with that where I come from.
James Bond: You may hex me yet. Let’s see your decks for the cards.
[Bond is standing in the doorway between their apartments as Fiona takes a bath]
Fiona: Aren’t you in the wrong room, Mr. Bond?
Bond: Not from where I’m standing.
[first lines]
Madame LaPorte: The coffin – it has your initials: J.B.
Bond: At the moment, rather him than me.
Madame LaPorte: At least you’ve been saved the effort of removing him. Colonel Bouvar passed away in his sleep, so they tell me.
Bond: Mm…
Madame LaPorte: You sound disappointed you did not kill him yourself.
Bond: I am. Jacques Bouvar murdered two of my colleagues.
[last lines]
Bond: [helping Domino into a life raft] Up.
Bond: You should be locked up in a cage.
[starts kissing her]
Fiona: Mmm… this bed *feels* like a cage, all these bars. Do you think I will be -
[voice cracks in a blissful moan]
Fiona: *safe*?
Bond: [massaging Pat] Mink. It uh, reduces the tensions.
Pat Fearing: [throaty voice] Not mine.

[Largo dies]
Domino: I’m glad I killed him.
James Bond: You’re glad?

Bond: Keep in touch.
Pat Fearing: Anytime, anyplace, James.
Bond: Another time, another place.
[after leaving an Irrigation Therapy Room]
Bond: See you later, irrigator.
Count Lippe: [after Bond slides a broom handle through the handles of doors on a sitting steam bath that Lippe is in] What the hell do you think you’re doing?
Bond: Now don’t you worry, I’ll tell the chef!
Count Lippe: Let me out of this bloody machine!
James Bond: [donning the underwater jet pack] … and the kitchen sink.
Felix Leiter: On you, anything looks good.

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Goldfinger Film Quotes

Sean Connery as James Bond in Goldfinger (1964)

[after knocking a lamp into a bathtub to electrocute a bad guy]
James Bond: Shocking! Positively shocking!
Pussy Galore: [pointing a gun at Bond, who has just emerged from the airplane lavatory] We’ll be landing in twenty minutes. Do you want to play it easy, or the hard way? And this isn’t a tranquilizer gun.
James Bond: Now, Pussy, you know a lot more about planes than guns. That’s a Smith and Wesson 45, and if you fire at me 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 together. If that’s how you want to enter the United States, you’re welcome. As for me, I prefer the easy way.
Pussy Galore: That’s very sensible.
James Bond: Besides, there’s always so much going on around Mr. Goldfinger. It would be a shame not to accept his hospitality.
Pussy Galore: I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you, too.
[touches the gun barrel to his chin]
Pussy Galore: You like close shaves, don’t you?
James Bond: What do you know about gold, Moneypenny?
Miss Moneypenny: Oh, the only gold I know about is the kind you wear… you know, on the third finger of your left hand?
James Bond: Well, one of these days we really must look into that.
Miss Moneypenny: How about tonight? You’ll come over for dinner…
[playfully tosses Bond’s hat onto the hat rack]
Miss Moneypenny: and I’ll cook you a wonderful angel cake.
James Bond: Well, nothing would give me greater pleasure, but I’m afraid I have a… business appointment.
Miss Moneypenny: [laughing] That’s the flimsiest excuse you’ve ever given me. Oh, well, some girls have all the luck. Who is she, James?
M: [over intercom] “She” is me, Miss Moneypenny. And kindly omit the customary byplay with 007. He’s dining with me and I don’t want him to be late.
Miss Moneypenny: [to Bond] Then there’s hope for me yet.
James Bond: [gives Moneypenny a playful peck on the cheek] Moneypenny, won’t you ever believe me?
Colonel Smithers: Have a little more of this rather disappointing brandy.
M: What’s the matter with it?
James Bond: I’d say it was a 30-year-old fine, indifferently blended, sir… with an overdose of bon-bois.
M: Colonel Smithers is giving the lecture, 007.
James Bond: Manners, Oddjob. I thought you always took your hat off to a lady.
James Bond: [to Pussy] You know, he kills little girls like you.
Pussy Galore: Little boys, too.
James Bond: [discovers Goldfinger cheating at golf] You play a Slazinger 1, don’t you?
Auric Goldfinger: Yes, why?
James Bond: This is a Slazinger 7.
[indicating his own golf ball]
James Bond: Here’s my Penfold Hearts. You must have played the wrong ball somewhere on the 18th fairway. We are playing strict rules, so I’m afraid you lose the hole and the match.
[Goldfinger throws the golf ball to the ground in disgust]
James Bond: [over intercom to Goldfinger, who has been cheating at cards] Now hear this, Goldfinger. Your luck has just changed. I doubt very much that the Miami Beach Police would take kindly to what you’re doing. Nod your head if you agree… Nod…
[Goldfinger nods]
James Bond: Good. Now, start losing, Goldfinger. Shall we say ten thousand dollars? No, let’s be generous. Let’s make it fifteen thousand.
[Goldfinger hesitates, then throws a card on the table]
Simmons: Well, I can see this is really my day!
[puts his cards on the table]
Simmons: Gin!
Jill Masterson: May I see?
[looks through binoculars. She sees Goldfinger snap his pencil in disgust]
James Bond: [over intercom] Over and out.
[switches intercom off, then to Jill]
James Bond: That should keep him occupied for quite some time.
Jill Masterson: I’m beginning to like you, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: Oh… call me James.
Jill Masterson: More than anyone I’ve ever met in a long time… James.
James Bond: Well, what are we going to do about it?
Jill Masterson: Yes, what?
James Bond: I’ll tell you at dinner.
Jill Masterson: Where?
James Bond: Oh, I know the best place in town.
[they kiss]
James Bond: Bond, James Bond
Auric Goldfinger: [to Bond, who is about to be cut in half by a laser] There is nothing you can talk to me about that I don’t already know.
James Bond: Well, you’re forgetting one thing. If I fail to report, 008 replaces me.
Auric Goldfinger: I trust he will be more successful.
James Bond: Well, he knows what I know.
Auric Goldfinger: You know nothing, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: Operation Grand Slam, for instance.
Auric Goldfinger: Two words you may have overheard, which cannot have the slightest significance to you or anyone in your organization.
James Bond: Can you afford to take that chance?
Auric Goldfinger: [thinks for a moment, then orders the laser switched off] You are quite right, Mr. Bond. You are worth more to me alive.
[a technician approaches Bond, and fires a tranquilzer dart into his chest. Bond collapses into unconsciousness]
Radio Newsman: [broadcasting on radio, over Bond and Jill, who are kissing passionately in bed] Station WEBS brings you the latest in world news. Washington… at the White House today, the president said that he was entirely satisfied…
[Bond switches off the radio]
James Bond: [to Jill] That makes two of us.

Auric Goldfinger: Ah, welcome to AuricStud, Mr. Bond.
[gesturing toward a horse]
Auric Goldfinger: Beautiful animal, isn’t she?
James Bond: Certainly better bred than the owner.
Pussy Galore: I’m Mr. Goldfinger’s personal pilot.
James Bond: Oh? Just how personal is that?
Pussy Galore: I’m a damn good pilot. Period.
Mei-Lei: Can I do anything for you, Mr. Bond?
James Bond: Uh, just a drink. A martini, shaken, not stirred.
James Bond: What would it take for you to see things my way?
Pussy Galore: A lot more than you’ve got.
James Bond: How do you know?
Pussy Galore: I don’t want to know.
M: Gold? All over?
James 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.
James Bond: And I know who.
M: This isn’t a personal vendetta, 007. It’s an assignment, like any other. And if you can’t treat it as such, coldly and objectively, 008 can replace you.
M: You’ve hardly distinguished yourself, have you? You were supposed to observe Mr. Goldfinger, not borrow his girlfriend. Instead of that, Goldfinger goes off to Europe, and it’s only by the grace of God, your friend Leiter, and my intervention with the British Embassy in Washington, that you’re not in the custody of the Miami Beach Police!
James Bond: [frustrated] Sir… I am aware of my shortcomings… and I am prepared to continue this assignment in the spirit you suggest… if I knew what it was about!
[catches himself, then more calmly]
James Bond: … sir.
M: What do you know about gold? Not paint, bullion.
James Bond: I know it when I see it.
M: Meet me tonight at seven. Black tie.
James Bond: [to Jill, who has been helping Goldfinger cheat at cards] What’s your name?
Jill Masterson: Jill.
James Bond: Jill who?
Jill Masterson: Jill Masterson.
James Bond: Tell me, Jill… why does he do it?
Jill Masterson: He likes to win.
James Bond: Why do you do it?
Jill Masterson: He pays me.
James Bond: Is that all he pays you for?
Jill Masterson: And for being seen with him.
James Bond: Just seen?
Jill Masterson: Just seen.
James Bond: Oh, I’m so glad. You know, you’re much too nice a girl to be mixed up in all this.
Colonel Smithers: [Referring to the gold bar on the dining room table] Mr. Bond can make whatever use of it he deems necessary… provided he returns it, of course. It’s worth five thousand pounds.
[Bond reaches for the bar, but M stops him short]
M: You’ll draw it from Q Branch… with the rest of your equipment… in the morning.
James Bond: Of course, sir.
Colonel Smithers: Gentlemen, Mr. Goldfiinger has gold bullion on deposit in Zurich, Amsterdam, Caracas, Hong Kong… worth 20 million pounds. Most of it came from this country.
James Bond: Why move it?
Colonel Smithers: Because the price of gold varies from country to country. If you buy it here at 30 dollars an ounce, you can sell it in, say, Pakistan for 110 dollars and triple your money… provided, of course, you have the facilities for melting it down.
James Bond: And has he?
Colonel Smithers: Apart from being a legitimate international bullion dealer, Mr. Goldfinger poses… no, that’s not quite fair… *is*, among his many other pursuits, a legitimate international jeweler. He’s legally entitled to operate modest metallurgical installations. His British one is down in Kent. We have yet to discover how he transfers his gold out of the coutry… Lord knows we’ve tried.
[to M]
Colonel Smithers: If your department can establish that it is being done illegally, the bank can institute proceedings to recover the bulk of his holdings.
James Bond: I think it’s time Mr. Goldfinger and I met… socially, of course.
Colonel Smithers: I was hoping you’d say that.
M: It might lead to a business talk… Mr. Goldfinger’s kind of business.
Auric Goldfinger: [Playing golf with Bond] Two holes to go.
James Bond: Yes, and all’s square.
Auric Goldfinger: Then you have no objection to increasing the stakes?
James Bond: No. What did you have in mind?
Auric Goldfinger: Why, the bar of gold you have with you, naturally.
James Bond: [Surprised] It’s worth five thousand pounds.
Auric Goldfinger: [Offhandedly] Oh, I’ll stake the cash equivalent.
James Bond: Naturally.
[Bond tees up his ball and starts his backswing, but Goldfinger interrupts him]
Auric Goldfinger: Strict rules of golf?
James Bond: But of course.
[after learning Pussy Galore alerted the authorities]
James Bond: I must have appealed to her maternal instincts.
Pussy Galore: What happened? Where’s Goldfinger?
James Bond: Playing his golden harp.
Q: [Showing Bond a tracking device] Reception on the dashboard, here. Audo-visual
[sic]
Q: , range a hundred and fifty miles.
James Bond: Ingenious, and useful too. Allow a man to stop off for a quick one en route.
Q: It has not been perfected, out of years of patient research, ENTIRELY for that purpose, 007. And incidentally, we’d appreciate its return, along with all your other equipment, INTACT for once, when you return from the field.
James Bond: Well, you’d be surprised the amount of wear and tear that goes on out there in the field.
Q: Now this one I’m particularly keen about. You see the gear lever here? Now, if you take the top off, you will find a little red button. Whatever you do, don’t touch it.
James Bond: Yeah, why not?
Q: Because you’ll release this section of the roof, and engage and then fire the passenger ejector seat. Whish!
James Bond: Ejector seat? You’re joking!
Q: I never joke about my work, 007.
[Why Bond wears a gun]
James Bond: I have a slight inferiority complex.
James Bond: 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 just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs!
Pussy Galore: My name is Pussy Galore.
James Bond: I must be dreaming.
[Goldfinger is cheating at golf, with the help of Oddjob]
Hawker: If that’s his original ball, I’m Arnold Palmer.
James Bond: ‘Tisn’t.
Hawker: How do you know?
James Bond: I’m standing on it.
James Bond: You’re a woman of many parts, Pussy!
James Bond: You’ll kill 60,000 people uselessly.
Auric Goldfinger: Hah. American motorists kill that many every two years.
James 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, and Marines move in and make you put it back.
Auric Goldfinger: Who mentioned anything about removing it?
[Bond is stunned into silence]
Auric Goldfinger: The julep tart enough for you?
James Bond: You plan to break into the world’s largest bank, but not to steal anything. Why?
Auric Goldfinger: Go on, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: [thinking] Mr. Ling, the Red Chinese at the factory, he’s a specialist in nuclear fission… but of course! His government’s given you a bomb.
Auric Goldfinger: I prefer to call it an “atomic device.” It’s small, but particularly dirty.
James Bond: Cobalt and iodine?
Auric Goldfinger: Precisely.
James Bond: Well, if you explode it in Fort Knox, the… the entire gold supply of the United States would be radioactive for… fifty-seven years.
Auric Goldfinger: Fifty-eight, to be exact.
James Bond: I apologize, Goldfinger. It’s an inspired deal! They get what they want, economic chaos in the West. And the value of your gold increases many times.
Auric Goldfinger: I conservatively estimate, ten times.
James Bond: Brilliant.

James Bond: Do you expect me to talk?
Auric Goldfinger: No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die.
[a laser is about to cut Bond in half]
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.
James Bond: Special plane, lunch at the White House… how come?
Felix Leiter: The President wants to thank you personally.
James Bond: Oh, it was nothing, really.
Felix Leiter: I know that, but he doesn’t.
James Bond: I suppose I’ll be able to get a drink there.
Felix Leiter: I told the stewardess liquor for three.
James Bond: Who are the other two?
Felix Leiter: Oh, there are no other two.
Auric Goldfinger: Forgive me, Mr. Bond, but, uh… I must arrange to separate my gold from the late Mr. Solo.
James Bond: As you said, he had a pressing engagement.

[seeing the body of Oddjob who was electrocuted]
Felix Leiter: You okay, James? Where’s your butler friend?
James Bond: He blew a fuse.
[first lines]
Sierra: Congratulations.
James Bond: Thank you.
Sierra: Mr. Ramirez and his friends will be out of business.
James Bond: At least they won’t be using heroin flavored bananas to finance revolutions.

[last lines]
James Bond: Oh, no you don’t.
[Bond grabs Pussy to pull her down as she is waving to a helicopter]
James Bond: This is no time to be rescued.
[Bond kisses Pussy passionately]
James Bond: A martini. Shaken, not stirred.
James Bond: [to Goldfinger, after Oddjob has just decapitated a statue at the golf club] Remarkable… but what does the club secretary have to say?
Auric Goldfinger: Oh, nothing, Mr. Bond… I own the club.
Colonel Smithers: We, here at the Bank of England, Mr. Bond, are the official depository for gold bullion… just as Fort Knox, Kentucky is for the United States. We know, of course, the amounts we each hold, we know the amounts deposited in other banks, and we can estimate what is being held for industrial purposes. This allows our two governments to establish, respectively, the true value of the dollar and the pound. Consequently, we are vitally concerned about unauthorized leakages.
James Bond: I take it you mean smuggling.
Colonel Smithers: Yes. Gold, gentlemen, which can be melted down and recast, is virtually untraceable… making it, unlike diamonds, ideal for smuggling… attracting the biggest and most ingenious criminals.
[to Pussy Galore]
James Bond: We must have a few fast falls together some time.
James Bond: [speaking to a woman when another spy arrives to talk business] Run along now, man talk…

James Bond: You know Operation Grand Slam simply won’t work. And incidentally Delta nerve gas is fatal.
Auric Goldfinger: You are unusually well informed, Mr Bond.
James Bond: Auric Goldfinger. Sounds like a French nail varnish.
James Bond: You’re a woman of many parts, Pussy.
James Bond: [after being met by Pussy Galore, dressed in a casual yet seductive outfit] Well, well, the new Miss Galore. Where do you hide your gold knuckles in that outfit.
Pussy Galore: Oh, I never carry weapons after business hours.
James Bond: None at all?
Pussy Galore: [with a very friendly smile] I’m completely defenseless…
James Bond: [after thoroughly looking her over] … so am I.

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Post by Chad Elkins. Source: IMDB

From Russia With Love Film Quotes

Sean Connery as James Bond in From Russia With Love (1963)

 

[Moneypenny, M, and other officials are listening to Bond’s taped interview of Tatiana Romanova]
Tatiana: The mechanism is… Oh James, James… Will you make love to me all the time in England?
James Bond: Day and night. Go on about the mechanism.

James Bond: Red wine with fish. Well that should have told me something.
Donald “Red” Grant: You may know the right wines, but you’re the one on your knees. How does it feel old man?

James Bond: Pardon me, do you have a match?
Kerim’s Chauffeur: I use a lighter.
James Bond: Better still.
Kerim’s Chauffeur: Until they go wrong.
James Bond: Exactly.

James Bond: How can a friend be in debt?

Donald “Red” Grant: Is any of the opposition around?
James Bond: Not in any condition to be worried about.

Tatiana: Horrible, horrible woman.
James Bond: Yes, she had her kicks.

[last lines]
Tatiana: [removes ring and hands it to Bond] Here you are. In case you ever need it again.
James Bond: Oh, yes. All government property has to be accounted for. But as I said before, we won’t always be working on the company’s time. Will we?
Tatiana: No
[Tatiana kisses Bond passionately]
Tatiana: James, behave yourself. We are being filmed.
James Bond: Oh, not again.
[Bond pulls a film reel from his pocket and unwinds it]
James Bond: He was right, you know.
Tatiana: What is it?
James Bond: I’ll show you.
[Bond kisses Tatiana and throws the film away]

[Grant has just explained SPECTRE’s plot for Bond]
James Bond: That must have been a pretty sick collection of minds to dream up a plan like that.
Donald ‘Red’ Grant: Wish you could see the headlines, “British agent murders beautiful Russian spy, then commits suicide.”
James Bond: Tell me, which lunatic asylum did they get you out of?
Donald ‘Red’ Grant: [angered] Don’t make it tougher on yourself, Mr. Bond!
[Grant slaps Bond across the face]
Donald ‘Red’ Grant: My orders are to kill you and deliver the Lektor. How I do it is my business. It’ll be slow and painful.

[after shooting down a SPECTRE helicopter]
James Bond: I’d say one of their aircraft is missing.

James Bond: Your clock, is it correct?
Russian Clerk: Always.
James Bond: But of course.
[he walks away, checks his watch, then comes back]
James Bond: Excuse me, you did say your clock was correct?
Russian Clerk: Russian clocks are always…
[the hidden tear-gas bomb explodes]

James Bond: How about a cigarette?
Donald ‘Red’ Grant: Not a chance.
James Bond: I’ll pay for it.
Donald ‘Red’ Grant: What with?
James Bond: Fifty gold sovereigns.

[When the two Gypsy girls are brought out to fight, Vavra addresses the tribe in the Romani Gypsy language]
Kerim Bey: [translating] The women will fight until one of them is dead or surrenders. The winner will marry the man they both love, the loser will be cast out of the tribe, never to return. If both quit, the elders of the tribe will then decide who will marry the chief’s son.
[speaking Romani, Vida lets out a long string of curses, glaring venomously at Zora]
Kerim Bey: She’s saying that…
James Bond: Yes, I think I got it without the subtitles.

Man in a Punt: Great sport, this!
Woman in a Punt: What?
Man in a Punt: I said, it’s great sport, this punting!
[Their punt passes another one beached behind some reeds, where James and Sylvia are making out]
James Bond: I couldn’t agree with him more.
Sylvia Trench: Mmm, I may even give up golf for it.

[on seeing Kerim Bey’s office in shambles]
James Bond: Well… who won?
Kerim Bey: I had visitors. Limpet mine on the wall outside – timed to catch me at my desk. But by good fortune, I was relaxing on the settee for a few moments. The girl left in hysterics.
James Bond: Found your technique too violent?

James Bond: There’s a saying in England: Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

Tatiana: [trying on dresses] I will wear this one in Picadilly.
James Bond: You won’t. They’ve just passed some new laws there.

James Bond: She should have kept her mouth shut.

James Bond: [in atypical self-effacement] Suppose when she meets me in the flesh I-I don’t come up to expectations?
M: Just see that you do.

James Bond: I hope you’re not… disappointed.
Tatiana: I will tell you… in the morning.

James Bond: You’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.
Tatiana: Thank you, but I think my mouth is too big.
James Bond: No, it’s the right size… for me, that is.

Tatiana: But, there are some English customs that are going to be changed.
James Bond: But of course darling.

Donald “Red” Grant: We were keeping you alive until you could get us the Lektor.
James Bond: So, you had me deliver it on a silver plate? That’s brilliant. Go on, I’m fascinated.
Donald “Red” Grant: Now that we’ve got it, you and the girl are expendable… from here onto Trieste.
James Bond: The girl? Isn’t she working for SPECTRE too?
Donald “Red” Grant: No. She thinks she’s doing it all for Mother Russia. She takes her orders from Colonel Klebb. And so do I.
James Bond: Rosa Klebb? But Colonel Rosa Klebb is a Russian, head of operations for SMERSH.
Donald “Red” Grant: Correction: was. Klebb works for SPECTRE now. The girl doesn’t know that.
James Bond: But why kill her?
Donald “Red” Grant: Orders. That’s only half of it, old man.
[Grant pulls out a roll of 8mm film and an envelope from his suit pocket]
Donald “Red” Grant: Here’s a roll of film. She’ll have this in her handbag. And on you they’ll find this letter. It’s from her, threatening to give the film to the press unless you marry her for helping you steal the Lektor.
James Bond: [confused] What film?
Donald “Red” Grant: [sneers] Taken in the bridal suite at your hotel. Something else the girl didn’t know about… or you.

Tatiana: I think my mouth is too big.
James Bond: I think it’s a very lovely mouth. It’s just the right size – for me anyway!

 

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Post by Chad Elkins. Source: IMDB