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: You like a close shave, don't you?
: [pointing a gun at Bond, who has just emerged from the airplane lavatory
] We'll be landing in twenty minutes. Do you want to play it easy, or the hard way? And this isn't a tranquilizer gun. James Bond
: Now, Pussy, you know a lot more about planes than guns. That's a Smith and Wesson 45, and if you fire at me at this close range, the bullet will pass through me and the fuselage like a blowtorch through butter. The cabin will depressurize, and we'll both be sucked into outer space together. If that's how you want to enter the United States, you're welcome. As for me, I prefer the easy way. Pussy Galore
: That's very sensible. James Bond
: Besides, there's always so much going on around Mr. Goldfinger. It would be a shame not to accept his hospitality. Pussy Galore
: I'm sure he'll be happy to see you, too.
: Manners, Oddjob. I thought you always took your hat off to a lady. James Bond
: [to Pussy
] You know, he kills little girls like you. Pussy Galore
: Little boys, too.
: I'm Mr. Goldfinger's personal pilot. James Bond
: You are? And, just how personal is that? Pussy Galore
: I'm a damn good pilot! Period.
: What would it take for you to see things my way? Pussy Galore
: A lot more than you've got. James Bond
: How do you know? Pussy Galore
: I don't want to know.
: What happened? Where's Goldfinger? James Bond
: Playing his golden harp.
: Who are you? Pussy Galore
: My name is Pussy Galore. James Bond
: I must be dreaming.
: You can turn off the charm. I'm immune.
: [after being met by Pussy Galore, dressed in a casual yet seductive outfit
] Well, well, the new Miss Galore. Where do you hide your gold knuckles in that outfit. Pussy Galore
: Oh, I never carry weapons after business hours. James Bond
: None at all? Pussy Galore
: [with a very friendly smile
] I'm completely defenseless... James Bond
: [after thoroughly looking her over
] ... so am I.
: 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.
: Pussy Galore to Champagne Leader. Commence rockabye baby. Good luck.
: [about to have sex with Goldeneye
] I *love* autopilot!
: *talking to Pursey and Roxy* All right, now, you two, you are the key to this scene. I want to see you get on top of him. *tugs Pursey toward Roxy* I want to see as soon as I call "action", you guys to start going... Pursey Galore
: *interrupting* Chuck, I can't do this. Chuck Steak
: What do you mean you can't do it? She's a friend of yours. Pursey Galore
: *hysterical* It's not in the script, and... and you know I don't do girl-girl. Chuck Steak
: You don't do girl-girl, I know, but it's Roxy. You guys are friends, I thought... Pursey Galore
: *yelling* I'm not doing the scene with my mother!