Tilly is trying to assassinate Goldfinger, but she misses completely, nearly hitting Bond in the process. She escapes in her car and 007 follows. After a short game of cat and mouse, Bond uses the tire shredder feature on his Aston Martin to shred two of Tilly's tires, then escorts her to the nearest garage.

BOND: Here for the hunting season? I had a case just like that one.
TILLY: It's for my ice skates.
BOND: Lovely sport.

Bond sneaks into Goldfinger's plant and observes Goldfinger explaining to Mr. Ling that he uses his Rolls-Royce Phantom III that he takes with him whenever he travels, hiding some of the gold in secret compartments, and melting the rest down to incorporate it into the car's bodywork.

BOND: What the hell are you doing here?
TILLY: I want to kill him!
BOND: Kill who?
TILLY: Goldfinger.
BOND: Well, I want him alive.
TILLY: I want him dead. He killed my sister.

GALORE: I'm Mr. Goldfinger's personal pilot.
BOND: You are? And just how personal is that?
GALORE: I'm a damned good pilot. Period.

GOLDFINGER: Fort Knox is a bank, like any other. Larger, better-protected perhaps, but, nonetheless, a bank. It can be, I think the expression is, blown.

GOLDFINGER: Man has climbed Mount Everest, gone to the bottom of the ocean. He has fired rockets to the moon, split the atom, achieved miracles in every field of human endeavor except crime!

GOLDFINGER: Your organization, Mr. Midnight, brought the consignment of these canisters across the Canadian border. They contain Delta 9 ... an invisible nerve gas which disperses 15 minutes after inducing complete unconsciousness for 24 hours.

When Mr. Solo gets impatient and demands his money, Goldfinger arranges for $1 million in gold bullion to be placed in the trunk of a Lincoln Continental and instructs Oddjob to drive Solo to the airport. Halfway there, Oddjob pulls over and shoots the gangster dead. He then takes the car to a wrecking yard where it is placed in a scrap metal crusher with Solo's body still in the back seat.

BOND: Mr. Ling, the red Chinese agent at the factory, he's a specialist in nuclear fission.
GOLDFINGER: But of course!
BOND: His government's given you a bomb.
GOLDFINGER: I prefer to call it an atomic device.