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Mmm-hmm.
Ready for Rock-a-bye Baby.
Well, congratulations on your promotion, Goldfinger.
Sounds like a French nail varnish.
and make you put it back.
And by the way, where is here?
It's your honor, sir!
Boops. Boops Boops.
Well, I'm delighted to be here.
from the Nazi hoard at the bottom of Lake Toplitz
How, may I ask?
is 18-carat gold.
will approach Fort Knox in motorized equipment
I do not intend to be distracted by another.
is virtually untraceable,
Over and out.
Quick. Get in the car. I'll take care of him.
Um, as quickly as possible.
Reception on the dashboard here.
Just a drink. A martini.
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It can be, I think the expression is, blown.
And incidentally, Delta 9 nerve gas is fatal.
Too closely for comfort, I'm afraid.
And this isn't a tranquilizer.
Mr. Ramirez and his friends will be out of business.
That's very sensible.
I don't like being cooped up like this.
we really must look into that.
I was hoping you'd say that.
BRICKS FARM BRICKS? You must joking
Isn't it customary
Operation Grandslam
Play it.
Burt Kwouk
Commence dive now.
BRICKS FARM BRICKS? YOU'RE JOKING.
Might have known M wouldn't book me into
Michael Mellinger
four, three, two,
I'll tell you at dinner.
No thanks to you.
That's as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.
I had a case just like that one.
...until I signal bomb has been neutralized.
Slazenger Number 1?
Cover him!
Naturally.
so I guess he thinks you want it.
♪ But don't go in. ♪
♪ Beckons you. ♪
Phantom Ill, '37, isn't she?
A lost ball will cost you a stroke and distance.
You've asked for this.
Fine. I'll get Hawker to carry for you, Mr. Bond.
It isn't.
It will be dynamited.
and I'll cook you a beautiful angel cake.
You disappoint me Man of Twy
Five minutes are almost up.
I repeat, the baby is asleep.
When the Nazis were on the run.
I know it when I see it.
Commence spray on countdown.
Trump
Ah.
Felix?
Why do you carry a gun? I have a slight inferiority complex
You know, on the third finger of your left hand.
Eject-o seat-o? You're joking
Playing his golden harp.
What do you know about gold? Not paint, bullion.
who's filling in for kale? jodie.
in the spirit you suggest,
You didn't come here to play golf.
The 1940 smelt from the Weigenhaler foundry at Essen.
No Mr. Blake I expect you to try.
No, Mr Frazier. I expect you to cry.
of these canisters across the Canadian border.
Why, you crafty old...
along Bullion Boulevard
And where do I find him?
"Well, Congratulations On Your Promotion, Goldfinger."
No. Look, I'm sorry. I can't.
Perhaps too clever.