007之金手指 Goldfinger (1964)【完整台词】
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57 years.
58, to be exact.
I apologise, Goldfinger.
It's an inspired deal.
They get what they want,
economic chaos in the West,
and the value of your gold
increases many times.
I conservatively
estimate 10 times.
Brilliant.
But the atomic device,
as you call it,
is already obviously
in this country.
Obviously.
But bringing it to
Fort Knox undetected
could be risky, very risky.
On the contrary, Mr Bond, the
risk is all on your side.
If the authorities should
attempt to locate it,
who knows where it
might be exploded?
Perhaps the Polaris submarine
pens at New London,
Cape Kennedy,
near the White House.
But we are speculating idly.
Operation Grand Slam
will be successful.
You will be there to
see for yourself.
Too closely for
comfort, I'm afraid.
Forgive me, Mr Bond, but I must
arrange to separate my gold
from the late Mr Solo.
As you said, he had a
pressing engagement.
Ah, very chic, Miss
Galore. Don't you agree?
Please entertain Mr
Bond for me, Pussy.
I'll join you both later.
Well, how about it, handsome?
Don't you think it's time we got
to know each other socially?
Well, the new Miss Galore.
Where do you hide your gold
knuckles in this outfit?
Oh, I never carry weapons
after business hours.
Yeah?
So you're off duty.
I'm completely defenceless.
So am I.
That's my James.
Beautiful place
Goldfinger has here.
Yes. I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Too bad it all has to
end tomorrow morning.
He's quite mad, you know.
Well, now, what do we have here?
007 seems to have the
situation well in hand.
Come on, I'm bushed. Let's
get back to the motel.
You're quite a girl, Pussy.
I'm strictly the outdoor type.
I'd like to think you're
not in all of this caper.
Skip it. I'm not
interested. Let's go.
What would it take for you
to see things my way?
A lot more than you've got.
How do you know?
I don't want to know.
Isn't it customary
to grant a condemned
man his last request?
You've asked for this.
Get up.
Certainly.
Ooh.
There.
Now, let's both play.
Pussy Galore to Champagne leader.
Commence Rock-a-bye Baby.
Good luck.
Speed, 220.
Wind check, westerly.
Champagne leader to
Champagne section.
Commence dive now.
Ready for Rock-a-bye Baby.
Commence spray on countdown.
Five,
four, three, two,
zero.
Champagne leader to Grand
Slam task force leader.
The baby is asleep.
I repeat, the baby is asleep.
We're going home now. Out.
Chafoo.
Good morning, Mr Bond.
For once, you're exactly
where I want you.
- The bomb's here.
- Let's get moving, Brigadier.
Right, Jack. Move in.
Move in, commando tactics.
Minimum offensive fire until I
signal bomb has been neutralised.
- Minimum offensive fire...
- Come on.
Until I signal bomb
has been neutralised.
Bomb disposal unit
to accompany dog.
Goodbye, Mr Bond.
Mr Ling, it is merely
a matter of timing...
Goldfinger.
Please, Mr Gold...
He's one of them. So's
the girl. I'll get her.
You get the door open.
We're trapped.
The bomb.
I'll take the fuse out.
Don't be a fool.
You can be a hero. I'm not.
No. No.
Come on, you boys.
Get going. Hurry up.
What kept you?
You okay, James? Where's
your butler friend?
Oh, he blew a fuse.
Three more ticks and Mr Goldfinger
would have hit the jackpot.
Did you get him?
Not yet, but he won't get far.
And Pussy?
She helped us switch the
gas in the canisters.
By the way, what made
her call Washington?
I must have appealed to
her maternal instincts.
Come on, James. Get aboard. You
can't keep the President waiting.
Special plane, lunch at the
White House. How come?
The President wants to
thank you personally.
Oh, it was nothing, really.
I know that, but he doesn't.
I suppose I'll be able
to get a drink here?
I told the stewardess
liquor for three.
Who are the other two?
Oh, there are no other two.
- Goodbye, Felix.
- So long, James. Good luck.
- Thank you, Brigadier.
- Good luck.
I'm glad to have you
aboard, Mr Bond.
Well, congratulations on
your promotion, Goldfinger.
Are you having lunch at
the White House, too?
In two hours, I shall be in Cuba.
And you have interfered with my
plans for the last time, Mr Bond.
It's very dangerous to
fire guns in planes.
I even had to warn Pussy about it.
By the way, where is she?
I will deal with her later.
At the moment, she is where she
ought to be. At the controls.
Pussy.
What happened? Where's Goldfinger?
Playing his golden harp.
It's no good.
Oh, no, you don't.
This is no time to be rescued.
♪ Goldfinger ♪
♪ He's the man ♪
♪ The man with the Midas touch ♪
♪ A spider's touch ♪
♪ Such a cold finger ♪
♪ Beckons you ♪
♪ To enter his web of sin ♪
♪ But don't go in ♪
♪ He loves only gold ♪
♪ Only gold ♪
♪ He loves gold ♪
58, to be exact.
I apologise, Goldfinger.
It's an inspired deal.
They get what they want,
economic chaos in the West,
and the value of your gold
increases many times.
I conservatively
estimate 10 times.
Brilliant.
But the atomic device,
as you call it,
is already obviously
in this country.
Obviously.
But bringing it to
Fort Knox undetected
could be risky, very risky.
On the contrary, Mr Bond, the
risk is all on your side.
If the authorities should
attempt to locate it,
who knows where it
might be exploded?
Perhaps the Polaris submarine
pens at New London,
Cape Kennedy,
near the White House.
But we are speculating idly.
Operation Grand Slam
will be successful.
You will be there to
see for yourself.
Too closely for
comfort, I'm afraid.
Forgive me, Mr Bond, but I must
arrange to separate my gold
from the late Mr Solo.
As you said, he had a
pressing engagement.
Ah, very chic, Miss
Galore. Don't you agree?
Please entertain Mr
Bond for me, Pussy.
I'll join you both later.
Well, how about it, handsome?
Don't you think it's time we got
to know each other socially?
Well, the new Miss Galore.
Where do you hide your gold
knuckles in this outfit?
Oh, I never carry weapons
after business hours.
Yeah?
So you're off duty.
I'm completely defenceless.
So am I.
That's my James.
Beautiful place
Goldfinger has here.
Yes. I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Too bad it all has to
end tomorrow morning.
He's quite mad, you know.
Well, now, what do we have here?
007 seems to have the
situation well in hand.
Come on, I'm bushed. Let's
get back to the motel.
You're quite a girl, Pussy.
I'm strictly the outdoor type.
I'd like to think you're
not in all of this caper.
Skip it. I'm not
interested. Let's go.
What would it take for you
to see things my way?
A lot more than you've got.
How do you know?
I don't want to know.
Isn't it customary
to grant a condemned
man his last request?
You've asked for this.
Get up.
Certainly.
Ooh.
There.
Now, let's both play.
Pussy Galore to Champagne leader.
Commence Rock-a-bye Baby.
Good luck.
Speed, 220.
Wind check, westerly.
Champagne leader to
Champagne section.
Commence dive now.
Ready for Rock-a-bye Baby.
Commence spray on countdown.
Five,
four, three, two,
zero.
Champagne leader to Grand
Slam task force leader.
The baby is asleep.
I repeat, the baby is asleep.
We're going home now. Out.
Chafoo.
Good morning, Mr Bond.
For once, you're exactly
where I want you.
- The bomb's here.
- Let's get moving, Brigadier.
Right, Jack. Move in.
Move in, commando tactics.
Minimum offensive fire until I
signal bomb has been neutralised.
- Minimum offensive fire...
- Come on.
Until I signal bomb
has been neutralised.
Bomb disposal unit
to accompany dog.
Goodbye, Mr Bond.
Mr Ling, it is merely
a matter of timing...
Goldfinger.
Please, Mr Gold...
He's one of them. So's
the girl. I'll get her.
You get the door open.
We're trapped.
The bomb.
I'll take the fuse out.
Don't be a fool.
You can be a hero. I'm not.
No. No.
Come on, you boys.
Get going. Hurry up.
What kept you?
You okay, James? Where's
your butler friend?
Oh, he blew a fuse.
Three more ticks and Mr Goldfinger
would have hit the jackpot.
Did you get him?
Not yet, but he won't get far.
And Pussy?
She helped us switch the
gas in the canisters.
By the way, what made
her call Washington?
I must have appealed to
her maternal instincts.
Come on, James. Get aboard. You
can't keep the President waiting.
Special plane, lunch at the
White House. How come?
The President wants to
thank you personally.
Oh, it was nothing, really.
I know that, but he doesn't.
I suppose I'll be able
to get a drink here?
I told the stewardess
liquor for three.
Who are the other two?
Oh, there are no other two.
- Goodbye, Felix.
- So long, James. Good luck.
- Thank you, Brigadier.
- Good luck.
I'm glad to have you
aboard, Mr Bond.
Well, congratulations on
your promotion, Goldfinger.
Are you having lunch at
the White House, too?
In two hours, I shall be in Cuba.
And you have interfered with my
plans for the last time, Mr Bond.
It's very dangerous to
fire guns in planes.
I even had to warn Pussy about it.
By the way, where is she?
I will deal with her later.
At the moment, she is where she
ought to be. At the controls.
Pussy.
What happened? Where's Goldfinger?
Playing his golden harp.
It's no good.
Oh, no, you don't.
This is no time to be rescued.
♪ Goldfinger ♪
♪ He's the man ♪
♪ The man with the Midas touch ♪
♪ A spider's touch ♪
♪ Such a cold finger ♪
♪ Beckons you ♪
♪ To enter his web of sin ♪
♪ But don't go in ♪
♪ He loves only gold ♪
♪ Only gold ♪
♪ He loves gold ♪
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