Honor Blackman

Pussy Galore: "My name is Pussy Galore."
James Bond: "I must be dreaming."

Pussy Galore: "What happened? Where's Goldfinger?"
James Bond: "Playing his golden harp."

"You like a close shave, don't you?"

Pussy Galore: "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."

James Bond: "Manners, Oddjob. I thought you always took your hat off to a lady. [turns to Pussy] You know, he kills little girls like you."
Pussy Galore: "Little boys, too."

"You can turn off the charm. I'm immune."

Pussy Galore: "I'm Mr. Goldfinger's personal pilot."
James Bond: "Oh? Just how personal is that?"
Pussy Galore: "I'm a damn good pilot. Period."

James Bond: "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."