Bond: She died of skin suffocation. It's been known to happen to cabaret dancers. It's all right as long as you leave a small bare patch at the base of the spine to allow the skin to breathe.
M: Someone obviously didn't.
Bond: And I know who.
Bond: What do you know about gold, Moneypenny?
Moneypenny: Oh, the only gold I know about is the kind you wear. You know, [makes motion of inserting ring] on the third finger of your left hand.
Bond: One day we really must look into that.
Moneypenny: What about tonight? You come round for dinner and I'll cook you a beautiful Angel Cake.
Bond: Nothing would give me great pleasure but unfortunately I have a ... business appointment.
Moneypenny: That's the flimsiest excuse you've ever given me. Ah well some girls have all the luck. Who is she James?
M: [Over the intercom] "She" is me, Miss Moneypenny. And kindly omit the customary byplay with 007, will you? He's dining with me, and I don't want him to be late.
Moneypenny: [hopeful] So there's hope for me yet?
Bond: Moneypenny...won't you ever believe me?
[Q explains the devices on Bond's Aston Martin DB5]
Q: Now this one I'm particularly keen about. You see the gear lever here? [points to transmission lever] Now, if you take the top off, you will find a little red button. Whatever you do, don't touch it.
Bond: Yeah, why not?
Q: Because you'll release [points out roof] this section of the roof, and engage and then fire the passenger ejector seat. Whish!
Bond: Ejector seat? You're joking!
Q: I never joke about my work, 007. [Bond falls silent]
[Goldfinger shows off his industrial laser by having it slowly track toward Bond, lying supine and lashed to slab of gold.]
Goldfinger: This is gold, Mr Bond. All my life, I have been in love with its color, its brilliance, its divine heaviness. I welcome any enterprise that will increase my stock- which is considerable.
Bond: I think you've made your point, Goldfinger. Thank you for the demonstration.
Goldfinger: 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 disturbed by another. Goodnight, Mr Bond. [leaves Bond]
Bond: Do you expect me to talk?
Goldfinger: [looks back, laughing] No, Mr Bond, I expect you to die! There's nothing you can talk to me about that I don't already know!
[After his laser encounter, Bond awakens to find a woman staring at him.]