Dink Quotes in Goldfinger (1964)

Felix Leiter: [Sees Bond getting a massage by Dink near a hotel pool] I thought I'd find you in good hands.

James Bond: Felix! Felix, how are you? Dink, meet Felix Leiter.

Dink: Hello.

James Bond: Felix, say hello to Dink

Felix Leiter: Hi, Dink.

James Bond: Dink, say goodbye to Felix.

Dink: What?

James Bond: Eh, man talk.

[Slaps Dink on the fanny as she walks away]

Dink: Man, that money don't mean shit I can alway's get cream! I'm a businessman man for real Damien I got information anything you want to know about Spyro, Kayo that bitch Princess, anybody man we can work as a team for real,we can get money man that's what I'm talking about.

Damien: This is very dissapointing, we've shown you nothing but love Dink and respect because we care about you we've alway's cared about you.

Dink: I'm saying man, what is this coming to?

Damien: This is what this is coming too

[Break's Dink's neck]

Damien: sleep well, little word man.

Rafael - Guns Dealer: I did not know what Spryo wanted, so I brought a taste of everything?

John Bookman: [Inspecting gun's] All right. Looks good to me we'll take it all.

Dink: Spyro and Damien they gonna love this shit!

Rafael - Guns Dealer: That's alot of merchandise there, but because it is for the Reb's I will give it to you for a very special price only $18,000.

Dink: Fuck that, Spyro said 15 for everything that's it.

John Bookman: [to Dink] Get it, 15,000 what we got. You can keep the bag too.

Dink: [Gives Rafael the money bag] it's all there.

Rafael - Guns Dealer: So are the Reb's having a war or something?

Dink: Classified information ese.

Rafael - Guns Dealer: [Take's money bag] sound's like one hell of a fucking party if you ask me.

Rafael - Guns Dealer: [to gun dealer's] we paid for it, you load it up.

John Bookman: That was some pretty good negotiating we just did.

Dink: Shit, we'uv got it cheaper if we let me do all the talking

John Bookman: Yeah,yeah right right. You done good little brother you done good.

Dink: Nobody gonna know who buying those gun's ain't nobody gonna know it's you kicking their ass

John Bookman: Yeah, think they bought it?

Dink: No doubt, you know I'm glad I ain't snitched to the Reb's

John Bookman: Yea, but I didn't figure you would man your too good of a businessman for that

Dink: Yeah, but this is my last deal and I'm out of here forever

John Bookman: Yeah were you going?

Dink: Seattle,that's where Raymond wanted to go, he said it was nice up there.

John Bookman: Who's Raymond?

Dink: He was my brother,he was a Banger he got killed.I meant what I said about your father he alway's treated me decent.

John Bookman: Yeah, well I'm treating you better here's your 10% commission fifteen hundred

Dink: Thank's, all right I'm outta here. Stay up my brother

John Bookman: Stay cool little man.

Dink: Stay up.

Spyro: [to dink] I know you don't I?

Dink: Yeah I'm the word man, man. I know what's happening on the streets.

Damien: Ha,the word-man huh,

[looks and smiles at Spyro]

Damien: so what's the word on the street?

Dink: Lose the cougar they're looking for it, the old man from the grocery store he gave y'all up.

Spyro: Not mr. Bookman?

Dink: Thought you'd wanna know.

Spyro: That's my favorite fuckin store,

[to Damien]

Spyro: why'd he do that shit,man?

Damien: Cause he's fucked up like that.

Spyro: [to Dink] what's your angle?

Dink: I live on the streets and sometimes I get messed with.

Damien: [to Dink] You know something we don't want you to worry about that anymore, ain't nobody ever going to mess with you again, you're one of us now.

Yogurt: Merchandising, merchandising, where the real money from the movie is made. Spaceballs-the T-shirt, Spaceballs-the Coloring Book, Spaceballs-the Lunch box, Spaceballs-the Breakfast Cereal, Spaceballs-the Flame Thrower.

[turns it on]

Dink, Dink, Dink, Dink, Dink, Dink: Ooooh!

Yogurt: [reacts to dinks] The kids love this one.

[a dink hands him a doll that looks likes Yogurt]

Yogurt: And last but not least, Spaceballs the doll, me.

[pulls string]

Doll: May the schwartz be with you!

Yogurt: [kisses the doll] Adorable.

Dink: Hey, you bit my friend's face. What are you sick or something?

[pauses, but Shelly doesn't answer]

Dink: Hey you bitch!

[Shelly scratches his face]

Dink: It's not the dying that scares me, it's the killing.

Dink: You bawling like a big baby 'cause you lost that ball game?

Willie Morris: What do you know about it? You didn't come you big liar. Leave me alone.

Dink: That's how it is, isn't it? You're a hero today, and then you're a goat tomorrow. Now I didn't come because games don't mean nothing to me anymore.

Willie Morris: It's not the game. It's Skip. He's gone for good.

Dink: For good? Now how do you know that? You some kind of fortune teller?

Willie Morris: I got mad at him and I hit him. And he ran away. Just like you ran away. Skip was never afraid of nothing.

Dink: You think I don't know what folks are saying? That old Dink's a coward? Huh? Well I know. And you know what? They're right. I got scared. And I ran. You think it was 'cause I was afraid of dying? Because I wished I was dead plenty of times.

Willie Morris: Then what was it?

Dink: It ain't the dying that scary, boy. It's the killing. Now look, that dog ain't lost. You just need to know where to find him. There's gotta be at least one place around here that you hadn't thought of to look at, right?

[Willy runs off to find Skip]

Jack Morris: Sometimes he gets mad and says things he doesn't mean. He gets it from his mother. When I got back from Spain, I got into accounting. I figured I could hide behind a desk. I looked down, and I didn't so much as look up for a whole year. When I finally did, people weren't staring at me anymore. I guess they kind of forgot about it.

Dink: Well, Mr. Morris. You got a purple heart. I got a yellow stripe. You can trust me. They don't forget about cowards.

Jack Morris: Well, folks like to keep things small, Dink. Fit you into one pocket or the other. Give a man a label, and you never really need to get to know him. My son, he looks up to you, Dink. Not because you can run or throw a ball. You're his hero because you're his friend. And that's what he needs. A friend.

Willie Morris: Haven't seen you around much.

Dink: Yeah, I've been pretty busy.

Willie Morris: I'm playing some ball now, ya know.

Dink: Oh yeah? That's good.

Willie Morris: Yeah. Right. Well, see ya. Dink, It's opening day. That's what they call the first game of the season, and well, I was sort of wondering if... I was hoping that maybe... you might come.

Dink: Yeah, sure kid. That'd be fine.

Willie Morris: Really? Ok, great! Well, I better get on down there. See ya!

Dink: Thanks for picking my number.

Junior Smalls: [Dink arrives the wine storage] I bet it ain't old Dink. Hey, need a jar of hooch, buddy? Millard, fetch a pint for Dink.

Dink: Listen, you boys need to get on out of here.

Junior Smalls: [turns to Willie] This your buddy? You know how much he and that mongrel cost us tonight?

Dink: I said you need to get out of here.

Junior Smalls: Hey Millard, listen to who's talking? Mr. Hitler's best friend.

[Millard teases Dink, and Junior takes a shovel]

Junior Smalls: And I think it's you who better get out of here.

Dink: [clutchs the shovel to take it away from Junior as he tries to hit him with it, and shoves Junior to the wall] Get your moonshine and get the hell out of here. And I better never see you around here again, GOT THAT?

Millard: Come on Junior, let's go. Come on!

[Dink puts down the shovel]

Junior Smalls: Yeah, it's getting too damn popular around here anyway.

Dink: [grabs Junior as he tries to walk away and shoves him to the wall again] You better hope that dog lives.

[releases Junior]

Dink: I asked her what time it was, she told me it was 7:30.

Stenchy: Oh, that's the cornerstone of a lasting relationship, what time it is?

Dink: Yes, yes. Because, first I asked her what time it is, right? Tomorrow I get to ask her the date, the day after that she's all over me. That's how it works, you play it slow.

Dink: I'm so tired of the drama.