Goldfinger (1964)

Gert Fröbe: Auric Goldfinger

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• James Bond : Do you expect me to talk?

  Auric Goldfinger : No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!

• 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.

• Auric Goldfinger : Man has climbed Mount Everest, gone to the bottom of the ocean. He's fired rockets at the Moon, split the atom, achieved miracles in every field of human endeavor... except crime!

• 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 : A dirty bomb? 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.

• Auric Goldfinger : This is gold, Mr. Bond. All my life I've been in love with its color... its brilliance, its divine heaviness.

• [Gesturing to a crushed car] 

  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.

• James Bond : [discovers Goldfinger cheating at golf]  You play a Slazenger 1, don't you?

  Auric Goldfinger : Yes, why?

  James Bond : This is a Slazenger 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 : [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.

• [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.

• 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] 

• James Bond : You know Operation Grand Slam simply won't work. And incidentally Delta-9 nerve gas is fatal.

  Auric Goldfinger : You are unusually well informed, Mr Bond.

• [Bond is hand-cuffed to the "atomic device" and is about to be lowered into Fort Knox's gold vault] 

  Auric Goldfinger : Goodbye, Mr. Bond.

• 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.

• Blacking : Mr. Bond?

  James Bond : Yes?

  Blacking : This is Mr. Goldfinger.

  Auric Goldfinger : How do you do?

  James Bond : How do *you* do?

• Auric Goldfinger : Oh, that interesting car of yours.

  [laughs] 

  Auric Goldfinger : I too have a new toy; but, considerably more practical. You are looking at an industrial laser, which emits an extraordinary light - not to be found in nature. It can project a spot on the moon - or, at closer range, cut through solid metal. I will show you.

• Auric Goldfinger : Your share of Operation Grand Slam will make you a very rich woman, my dear.

  Pussy Galore : Why else would I be in it, Mr. Goldfinger?

  Auric Goldfinger : You'll retire to England, I suppose?

  Pussy Galore : No. I've spotted a little island in the Bahamas. I'll hang up a sign: No Trespassing. And go back to nature.

• Auric Goldfinger : [Goldfinger and Bond are playing golf]  This meeting is not a coincidence, eh? What is your game, Mister Bond?

  James Bond : My game?

  Auric Goldfinger : [knowingly]  You didn't come here to play golf.

• 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.

• Auric Goldfinger : Ah, very chic, Miss Galore. Don't you agree? Please entertain Mr. Bond for me, Pussy. I'll join you later.

• Auric Goldfinger : Tomorrow, at dawn, the Flying Circus of my personal pilot, Miss Pussy Galore, will *spray* into the atmosphere!