[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!
Bond:
You're forgetting one thing. If I fail to report, 008 replaces me.
Goldfinger:
[sarcastically] I trust he will be more successful.
Bond:
But he knows what I know.
Goldfinger:
You know nothing, Mr. Bond.
Bond:
Operation Grand Slam, for instance.
[Goldfinger stops, and consults with Mr Ling as the laser beam gets closer to Bond.]
Goldfinger:
Two words you may have overheard, which cannot possibly have the slightest significance to you or anyone in your organization.
Bond:
Can you afford to take that chance?
[Goldfinger stops, considers what Bond just said, then orders to shut off the laser.]
Goldfinger:
You are quite right, Mr. Bond. You are worth more to me alive.
