James Bond 007: Goldfinger

"My dear girl, there are some things that just aren't done, such as drinking Dom Perignon '53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That's just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs!"

James Bond: "Special plane, lunch at the White House... how come?"
Felix Leiter: "The President wants to thank you personally."
James Bond: "Oh, it was nothing, really."
Felix Leiter: "I know that, but he doesn't."
James Bond: "I suppose I'll be able to get a drink there."
Felix Leiter: "I told the stewardess liquor for three."
James Bond: "Who are the other two?"
Felix Leiter: "Oh, there are no other two."

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."

Colonel Smithers: "Have a little more of this rather disappointing brandy."
M: "What's the matter with it?"
James Bond: "I'd say it was a 30-year-old fine, indifferently blended, sir... with an overdose of bon-bois."
M: "Colonel Smithers is giving the lecture, 007."

Miss Moneypenny: "How about tonight? You'll come over for dinner... and I'll cook you a wonderful angel cake."
James Bond: "Well, nothing would give me greater pleasure, but I'm afraid I have a... business appointment."
Miss Moneypenny: "That's the flimsiest excuse you've ever given me. Oh, well, some girls have all the luck. Who is she, James?"
M: "'She' is me, Miss Moneypenny. And kindly omit the customary byplay with 007. He's dining with me and I don't want him to be late."
Miss Moneypenny: "Then there's hope for me yet."
James Bond: "Moneypenny, won't you ever believe me?"

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."

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

Mei-Lei: "Can I do anything for you, Mr. Bond?"
James Bond: "Just a drink. A martini, shaken, not stirred."