007之金手指 Goldfinger (1964)【完整台词】
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who is also licenced to kill.
Oh, that interesting car of yours.
I, too, have a new toy,
but considerably more practical.
You are looking at
an industrial laser
which emits an extraordinary
light not to be found in nature.
It can project a spot on the moon,
or at closer range cut
through solid metal.
I will show you.
This is gold, Mr Bond.
All my life, I've been
in love with its colour,
its brilliance, its
divine heaviness.
I welcome any enterprise
that will increase my stock.
Which is considerable.
I think you've made
your point, Goldfinger.
Thank you for the demonstration.
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
distracted by another.
Good night, Mr Bond.
Do you expect me to talk?
No, Mr Bond. I expect you to die.
There is nothing you
can talk to me about
that I don't already know.
You're forgetting one thing.
If I fail to report,
008 replaces me.
I trust he will be
more successful.
But he knows what I know.
You know nothing, Mr Bond.
Operation Grand
Slam, for instance.
Two words you may have overheard,
which cannot possibly have
any significance to you
or anyone in your organisation.
Can you afford to
take that chance?
You are quite right, Mr Bond.
You are worth more to me alive.
Who are you?
My name is Pussy Galore.
I must be dreaming.
I thought I'd wake up dead.
Tranquilliser gun. Knock-out shot.
I see.
Well, I'm delighted to be here.
And by the way, where is here?
35,000 feet, flying southwest
over Newfoundland.
Oh, that explains the humming.
The humming means you're
in Mr Goldfinger's
Lockheed Jetstar
heading for Baltimore,
and you're his guest.
I'm honoured.
I never realised he enjoyed
my company that much.
I don't suppose it'll
be all fun and games.
Mei-lei.
Can I do something
for you, Mr Bond?
Just a drink. A Martini.
Shaken, not stirred.
Won't you join me?
Not on duty.
I'm Mr Goldfinger's
personal pilot.
You are?
And just how personal is that?
I'm a damned good pilot.
Period.
Well, that's good news.
By the way, where is our host?
He flew on ahead.
Thank you.
Well, here's to
Operation Grand Slam.
This should be a memorable flight.
You can turn off the charm.
I'm immune.
We'll be landing in Baltimore,
our port of entry into
the United States,
in 55 minutes.
Mei-Lei, I would like to arrive
more appropriately dressed.
Did any of my baggage
survive with me?
Ah.
And my attaché case?
Black attaché case
damaged when examined.
So sorry.
Apology is quite unnecessary.
Sydney, tell Mei-Lei
to keep an eye on him.
We'll be landing in 20 minutes.
Do you want to play it
easy or the hard way?
And this isn't a tranquilliser.
Now, Pussy, you know a lot
more about planes than guns.
That's a Smith and Wesson .45,
and if you fired at
this close range,
the bullet will pass through
me and the fuselage
like a blowtorch through butter.
The cabin will depressurise,
and we'll both be sucked
into outer space together.
But if that's how
you want to enter
the United States, you're welcome.
As for me, I prefer
the easier way.
That's very sensible.
Oh, besides, there's
always so much
going on around Mr Goldfinger.
I wouldn't dream of not
accepting his hospitality.
He'll be glad to see you, too.
You like close shaves, don't you?
Washington, sir, on
the green scrambler.
- M here.
- Leiter, sir.
Leiter.
It's about 007, sir. We
picked up his homer signal.
It's monitored into Friendship
Airport, Baltimore,
where he's just landed.
Baltimore? Nice of
him to let us know.
Last we heard, he
was in Switzerland.
He came in on a private
jet, ex-Geneva,
registered to our old
friend, Auric Goldfinger.
Well, I'm glad he's
making progress.
- Yes, sir.
- Keep an eye on him for us.
Their flight plan gives
Blue Grass Field,
Kentucky, as their
final destination.
Don't charge in on him and
spoil anything, will you?
He's evidently well
on top at the moment.
- Mr Bond, please.
- Of course.
Any time.
Thank you.
Do mind your step, Captain.
Just keep playing it easy.
Mei-Lei, will you see everything's
all right with Mr Goldfinger?
Of course.
And I'll see the
supplies are here soon.
Talented chaps.
They should be. I trained them.
Come on.
You're a woman of
many parts, Pussy.
I believe that the bourbon and
branch water's rather splendid
here in Kentucky.
Well, now that we're both
off duty, perhaps...
Manners, Oddjob.
I thought you always took
your hat off to a lady.
You know, he kills
little girls like you.
Little boys, too.
Well?
Dress rehearsal went
like a dream, Skipper.
Good. You'll get your
final briefing tonight.
That'll be all for now.
Ya. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Ah, welcome to Auric
Stud, Mr Bond.
Lovely animal, isn't she?
Certainly better
bred than the owner.
Show Mr Bond to his
quarters, please.
Felix?
Maybe we should just
drop in on him.
He'll shout if he needs us.
They're all here, Mr Goldfinger.
Huh? Oh, yes. Yes.
Thank you, Kisch.
That guy Solo's going to
wear a hole in his shoes.
Hey, I like this.
Hey. Wait.
Gentlemen.
Goldfinger, why weren't
we told that New
York and the West Coast
were in on this?
Look who's talking.
I do not do business with Chicago.
I thought we had a private
business deal to settle.
Now I find I'm attending
a hood's convention.
Goldfinger, I made a
delivery. Where is my money?
I made a delivery, too.
You all made the deliveries
we contracted for.
And you owe me 1 million bucks.
I owe each of you a
million in gold bullion.
So pay.
Gentlemen, you can have
the million today...
Or 10 millions tomorrow.
Did you say 10 million?
As soon as my bank
opens in the morning.
Banks don't open on Sunday.
My bank will.
What's with that trick pool table?
Cover him.
Hey, cover those doors.
Turn those lights back on.
What are you trying
to pull, Goldfinger?
Oh, that interesting car of yours.
I, too, have a new toy,
but considerably more practical.
You are looking at
an industrial laser
which emits an extraordinary
light not to be found in nature.
It can project a spot on the moon,
or at closer range cut
through solid metal.
I will show you.
This is gold, Mr Bond.
All my life, I've been
in love with its colour,
its brilliance, its
divine heaviness.
I welcome any enterprise
that will increase my stock.
Which is considerable.
I think you've made
your point, Goldfinger.
Thank you for the demonstration.
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
distracted by another.
Good night, Mr Bond.
Do you expect me to talk?
No, Mr Bond. I expect you to die.
There is nothing you
can talk to me about
that I don't already know.
You're forgetting one thing.
If I fail to report,
008 replaces me.
I trust he will be
more successful.
But he knows what I know.
You know nothing, Mr Bond.
Operation Grand
Slam, for instance.
Two words you may have overheard,
which cannot possibly have
any significance to you
or anyone in your organisation.
Can you afford to
take that chance?
You are quite right, Mr Bond.
You are worth more to me alive.
Who are you?
My name is Pussy Galore.
I must be dreaming.
I thought I'd wake up dead.
Tranquilliser gun. Knock-out shot.
I see.
Well, I'm delighted to be here.
And by the way, where is here?
35,000 feet, flying southwest
over Newfoundland.
Oh, that explains the humming.
The humming means you're
in Mr Goldfinger's
Lockheed Jetstar
heading for Baltimore,
and you're his guest.
I'm honoured.
I never realised he enjoyed
my company that much.
I don't suppose it'll
be all fun and games.
Mei-lei.
Can I do something
for you, Mr Bond?
Just a drink. A Martini.
Shaken, not stirred.
Won't you join me?
Not on duty.
I'm Mr Goldfinger's
personal pilot.
You are?
And just how personal is that?
I'm a damned good pilot.
Period.
Well, that's good news.
By the way, where is our host?
He flew on ahead.
Thank you.
Well, here's to
Operation Grand Slam.
This should be a memorable flight.
You can turn off the charm.
I'm immune.
We'll be landing in Baltimore,
our port of entry into
the United States,
in 55 minutes.
Mei-Lei, I would like to arrive
more appropriately dressed.
Did any of my baggage
survive with me?
Ah.
And my attaché case?
Black attaché case
damaged when examined.
So sorry.
Apology is quite unnecessary.
Sydney, tell Mei-Lei
to keep an eye on him.
We'll be landing in 20 minutes.
Do you want to play it
easy or the hard way?
And this isn't a tranquilliser.
Now, Pussy, you know a lot
more about planes than guns.
That's a Smith and Wesson .45,
and if you fired at
this close range,
the bullet will pass through
me and the fuselage
like a blowtorch through butter.
The cabin will depressurise,
and we'll both be sucked
into outer space together.
But if that's how
you want to enter
the United States, you're welcome.
As for me, I prefer
the easier way.
That's very sensible.
Oh, besides, there's
always so much
going on around Mr Goldfinger.
I wouldn't dream of not
accepting his hospitality.
He'll be glad to see you, too.
You like close shaves, don't you?
Washington, sir, on
the green scrambler.
- M here.
- Leiter, sir.
Leiter.
It's about 007, sir. We
picked up his homer signal.
It's monitored into Friendship
Airport, Baltimore,
where he's just landed.
Baltimore? Nice of
him to let us know.
Last we heard, he
was in Switzerland.
He came in on a private
jet, ex-Geneva,
registered to our old
friend, Auric Goldfinger.
Well, I'm glad he's
making progress.
- Yes, sir.
- Keep an eye on him for us.
Their flight plan gives
Blue Grass Field,
Kentucky, as their
final destination.
Don't charge in on him and
spoil anything, will you?
He's evidently well
on top at the moment.
- Mr Bond, please.
- Of course.
Any time.
Thank you.
Do mind your step, Captain.
Just keep playing it easy.
Mei-Lei, will you see everything's
all right with Mr Goldfinger?
Of course.
And I'll see the
supplies are here soon.
Talented chaps.
They should be. I trained them.
Come on.
You're a woman of
many parts, Pussy.
I believe that the bourbon and
branch water's rather splendid
here in Kentucky.
Well, now that we're both
off duty, perhaps...
Manners, Oddjob.
I thought you always took
your hat off to a lady.
You know, he kills
little girls like you.
Little boys, too.
Well?
Dress rehearsal went
like a dream, Skipper.
Good. You'll get your
final briefing tonight.
That'll be all for now.
Ya. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Ah, welcome to Auric
Stud, Mr Bond.
Lovely animal, isn't she?
Certainly better
bred than the owner.
Show Mr Bond to his
quarters, please.
Felix?
Maybe we should just
drop in on him.
He'll shout if he needs us.
They're all here, Mr Goldfinger.
Huh? Oh, yes. Yes.
Thank you, Kisch.
That guy Solo's going to
wear a hole in his shoes.
Hey, I like this.
Hey. Wait.
Gentlemen.
Goldfinger, why weren't
we told that New
York and the West Coast
were in on this?
Look who's talking.
I do not do business with Chicago.
I thought we had a private
business deal to settle.
Now I find I'm attending
a hood's convention.
Goldfinger, I made a
delivery. Where is my money?
I made a delivery, too.
You all made the deliveries
we contracted for.
And you owe me 1 million bucks.
I owe each of you a
million in gold bullion.
So pay.
Gentlemen, you can have
the million today...
Or 10 millions tomorrow.
Did you say 10 million?
As soon as my bank
opens in the morning.
Banks don't open on Sunday.
My bank will.
What's with that trick pool table?
Cover him.
Hey, cover those doors.
Turn those lights back on.
What are you trying
to pull, Goldfinger?
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