Goldfinger (film)

Goldfinger is a 1964 British-American action spy film, the sequel to 1963 film From Russia with Love, in the James Bond series. Agent Bond attempts to stop Auric Goldfinger, a gold-obsessed smuggler who plans to invade the U.S. Bullion Depository at Fort Knox. It was followed by 1965 sequel film Thunderball.

Directed by Guy Hamilton. Written by Richard Maibaum, based on the novel by Ian Fleming.

• [After electrocuting an assassin] Shocking. Positively shocking.
• "Auric Goldfinger." Sounds like a French nail varnish.
• A martini. Shaken, not stirred.

• Man has climbed Mount Everest. Gone to the bottom of the ocean. He has fired rockets at the Moon. Split the atom. Achieved miracles in every field of human endeavour... except crime!
• Mr Bond, they have a saying in Chicago: "Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. The third time it's enemy action." [from the original Ian Fleming novel]

[Bond finds Goldfinger cheating at cards in Miami with the help of Jill Masterson:

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.

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.

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?

[Bond and M are dining with Colonel Smithers, the Governor of the Bank of England]

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 line] ...which makes it, unlike diamonds, ideal for smuggling... [Brunskill hands the cigar back to him] ...attracting the biggest and most ingenious criminals. [To Brunskill; quietly] Thank you, Brunskill. That'll be all.

Brunskill: Thank you, sir. [He bows and leaves, carrying the cigar box]

Colonel Smithers: [leans forward, picks up the brandy decanter] Have a little more of this...rather disappointing brandy. [Hands it to Bond]

M: [About to drink, stops, frowning] Ah, what's the matter with it?

Bond: [Studying the decanter as Colonel Smithers removes the ring from his cigar] I'd say it was a 30-year-old fine, indifferently blended, sir... [removes the topper, smells the brandy] ...with an overdose of bon-bois.

M: [Annoyed] Colonel Smithers is giving the lecture, 007.

Colonel Smithers: [Blows out the match he used to light his cigar] Gentlemen, Mr Goldfinger has gold bullion on deposit in Zurich, Amsterdan, Caracas and Hong Kong... [Thinks briefly] ...worth £20 million. Most of it came from this country.

Bond: [Handing Colonel Smithers the brandy decanter] Why move it?

Colonel Smithers: [Takes the decanter] Because the price of gold varies from country to country. [Sets it down on his right] You buy it here, at $30 an ounce, you can sell it in, say, Pakistan, at $110, and triple your money. [M smells the brandy] Providing, of course, you have the facilities for...melting it down.

Bond: And has he?

Colonel Smithers: [while M, cigar in mouth, puts the brandy decanter stopper back in and sets the decanter on the table] Apart from being a legitimate bullion dealer, Mr Goldfinger poses...[pauses] er no, that's not quite fair...is, among his many other interests, a legitimate international jeweller. He's legally entitled to operate modest metallurgical installations; his British one is down in Kent. As yet, we have failed to discover how he transfers his gold overseas...and Lord knows we've tried! [leans forward; to M] If your department can establish that it is done illegally, then the Bank could institute proceedings to recover the bulk of his holdings.

Bond: I think it's time Mr Goldfinger and I...met. Socially, of course.

Colonel Smithers: I...was hoping you would say that. [stands up and walks off]

M: It might lead to a business talk - Mr Goldfinger's business.

Bond: I'll need some kind of bait.

Colonel Smithers: I quite agree. [returns to the table, carrying something wrapped in green] This is the only one we have, from the Nazi hoard at the bottom of Lake Toplitz in the Salzkammergut, but there are undoubtedly others. [sets the object down, unwraps it. It is a gold bar, bearing a Nazi swastika and eagle. As he sits down] Mr Bond can make whatever use of it he sees fit - providing he returns it, of course. [To Bond as he reaches for his glass] It's worth £5,000.

[Q explains the devices on Bond's Aston Martin DB5]

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]

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!

[After his laser encounter, Bond awakens to find a woman staring at him.]

Bond: Who are you?

Pussy Galore: My name is Pussy Galore.

Bond: [looks away and smiles] I must be dreaming.

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, and 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 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: A dirty bomb? Cobalt and iodine?

Goldfinger: Precisely.

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.

Goldfinger: Fifty-eight, to be exact.

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.

Goldfinger: I conservatively estimate, ten times.

Bond: Brilliant.

• James Bond is back in action! Everything he touches turns to excitement!
• Miss Honey and Miss Galore Have James Bond Back For More!
• Mixing business and girls! Mixing thrills and girls! Mixing danger and girls!

• Sean Connery — James Bond
• Honor Blackman — Pussy Galore
• Gert Fröbe — Auric Goldfinger
• Cec Linder — Felix Leiter
• Desmond Llewelyn — Q
• Shirley Bassey — "Goldfinger" singer

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