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