This quip from Goldfinger has to be the most forced quip that ever quipped. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good line, but contextually I just don’t buy it. In the chaos of a plane crashing, it strains credibility that Bond has the composure to deliver such a polished quip. The moment calls for survival instinct, yet instead Bond offers a neatly packaged joke about Goldfinger’s fate and undercuts the urgency of the scene.

I’ll admit, the mental image of Goldfinger in full military uniform, calmly strumming a golden harp as he ascends to the heavens is a funny visual. That said, the idea of a man of his cruelty earning a place among angels feels a bit generous.