Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's all right, I've got you booked out

No, a little lower, darling.

who is also licensed to kill.

Can I do something for you, Mr. Bond?

Every detail has been scrupulously prepared.

blofeld's arriving at wimbledon around tennish? you're joking!

I believe that the bourbon and branch water's rather splendid

You'll kill 60,000 people uselessly.

Goodbye, Mr. Bond.

It would be wiser to suspend your other activities.

You like close shaves, don't you?

Let me go! You're breaking my back!

Keep an eye on him for us.

or anyone in your organization.

I'll be on it, but first I have some

I prefer to call it an atomic device.

♪ He loves only gold. ♪

like a blowtorch through butter.

gone to the bottom of the ocean.

and engage and then fire the passenger ejector seat.

♪ Beckons you. ♪

Looking forward!

He'll be glad to see you, too.

A double blowout. I've never seen one of these before.

It can project a spot on the moon,

You are looking at an industrial laser

Yes, and all square.

Well, nothing would give me greater pleasure,

I, too, have a new toy,

There's a plane leaving for Miami in an hour.

I conservatively estimate 10 times.

I'll call you around 9:00.

Gentlemen, you can have the million today...

The bar of gold you have with you, naturally.

Don't you think it's time we got to know each other socially?

Show Mr. Bond to his quarters, please.

She helped us switch the gas in the canisters.

Ah, very chic, Miss Galore. Don't you agree?

♪ The man with the Midas touch. ♪

Sucked out of an airplane window

We'll operate on a split-second schedule.

And you owe me 1 million bucks.

You've hardly distinguished yourself, have you?

and go back to nature.

a consignment labeled "machine parts."

Smoke screen, oil slick, rear bulletproof screen,

Oh, you must excuse Oddjob, Mr. Ryan.

Moneypenny, won't you ever believe me?

This isn't a personal vendetta, 007.

He's on the move!

Good. You'll get your final briefing tonight.

I doubt very much if the Miami Beach police

and it's only by the grace of God, your friend Letter,

Electrocuted as he tries to grab his hat between the bars protecting the gold in Fort Knox

If you explode it in Fort Knox, the, uh,

M's orders, 007.

You have been recognized,

Goldfinger 1964

no, mr. bond. I expect you to pay a higher marginal tax rate in order to subsidize a new college debt forgiveness program.

My name is Pussy Galore

At the moment, she is where she ought to be. At the controls.

Oh, call me James.

Can you afford To take that chance?

where the bullion is stored.

well since i ditched raelene anyway. i'll buy a $292929888 ship and dress it up like the titanic. only with 78 log cabins. good luck with that. i hope the S.S.buttinsky will sink before you.

I never joke about my work, 007.