Goldfinger1964

[onboard Goldfinger's airplane]

Goldfinger:
I'm glad to have you aboard, Mr. Bond.

Bond:
Well, congratulations on your...promotion, Goldfinger. Are you having lunch at the White House, too?

Goldfinger:
In two hours, I shall be in Cuba. And you have interfered with my plans for the last time, Mr. Bond!

Bond:
It's--uh--very dangerous to fire guns in planes. I even had to warn P*ssy about it. By the way, where is she?

Goldfinger:
I will deal with her later. At the moment, she's where she ought to be, at the controls.

[Bond wrestles for Goldfinger's gun and fights him until Bond shoots the plane's window, sucking Goldfinger out as the plane starts to crash]

P*ssy Galore:
What happened? Where's Goldfinger?

Bond:
Playing his golden harp.