— This is gold, Mr. Bond. All my life, I've been in love with its color, its brilliance, its divine heaviness. I welcome any enterprise that will increase my stock. Which is considerable.
— I think you've made your point, Goldfinger. Thank you for the demonstration.
— Choose your next witticism carefully, Mr. Bond. It may be your last. The purpose of our two previous encounters is now very clear to me. I do not intend
to be distracted by another. Good night, Mr. Bond.
— Do you expect me to talk?
— No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die. There is nothing you can talk to me about that I don't already know.
— You're forgetting one thing. If I fail to report, 008 replaces me.
— I trust he will be more successful.
— But he knows what I know.
— You know nothing, Mr. Bond.
— Operation Grand Slam, for instance.
— Two words you may have overheard, which cannot possibly have any significance to you or anyone in your organization.
— Can you afford to take that chance?
— You are quite right, Mr. Bond. You are worth more to me alive.
