Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: So we going up or down? Harry Hart: Neither. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Is this it? Harry Hart: Of course not. Pull the hook on the left. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Ah, yes. Very very nice. Harry Hart: You're going to need a pair of shoes to go with your suit. An Oxford is any formal shoe with open lacing. This additional decorative piece is called "broguing". Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: "Oxfords, not Brogues". Harry Hart: Words to live by, Eggsy. Words to live by. Try a pair. Harry Hart: Your weapon scores are excellent, by the way. Harry Hart: These, you're familiar with. And this is our standard issue pistol. It's quite unique. As you all see it, it also fires a shotgun cartridge for use in messy close-range situations. How do they feel? Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Yeah, good. Harry Hart: Now do your very best impersonation of a German aristocrat's formal greeting. Harry Hart: No, Eggsy. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: That is sick. Harry Hart: In the old days, they had a phone in the heel as well. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: How do I get it back in? Harry Hart: It is coated with one of the fastest-acting neurotoxins known to man, so, very carefully.
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Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: So, are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?
Harry Hart: True nobility is being superior to your former self.
Harry Hart: "Manners maketh man." Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you a lesson.
Harry Hart: Thank you for such a 'happy' meal.
Harry Hart: Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?
Valentine: It's not that kind of a movie.
Harry Hart: Sorry about that, needed to let off a little steam.
Lancelot: I suppose asking to borrow a cup of sugar is a step too far.
Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Sorry, Love. Gotta save the world.
Valentine: Mankind is the virus, and I'm the cure.
Big Goon: This whiskey is amazing; you will shit.
Valentine: If you get blood on the carpet you're going to have to take the carpet up!
Harry Hart: There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.
Harry Hart: "Manners maketh man." Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you a lesson.
Harry Hart: Thank you for such a 'happy' meal.
Harry Hart: Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?
Harry Hart: Sorry about that, needed to let off a little steam.
Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Mycroft, you've just been promoted from my pilot to my valet.
Valentine: Mankind is the virus, and I'm the cure.
Valentine: If you get blood on the carpet you're going to have to take the carpet up!
Harry Hart: You throw away your biggest opportunity over a fucking dog. And then you humiliate me by stealing my boss' car. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: You shot a dog just to get a fucking job! Harry Hart: Yes, I did. Harry Hart: And Mr. Pickle here reminds me of that every time I take a shit! Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: You shot your dog and had it stuffed? You fucking freak! Harry Hart: No, I shot my dog and then brought him home and continued to care for him for the next 11 years until he died of pancreatitis. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: What? Harry Hart: It was a blank, Eggsy. It was a fucking blank. Remember Amelia? Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Yeah. Harry Hart: She didn't drown. She works in our tech department in Berlin. She's fine. Limits must be tested. A Kingsman only condones the risking of one life to save another. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: My dad might have saved your life, even though your fuck-up cost his? What, you've got him stuffed here and all? Harry Hart: Can't you see that everything I've done has been about trying to repay him?
Waiter: Would sir care for a drink? Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Martini. Gin, not vodka, obviously. Stirred for 10 seconds while glancing at an unopened bottle of vermouth. Thank you.
Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: So we going up or down? Harry Hart: Neither. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Is this it? Harry Hart: Of course not. Pull the hook on the left. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Ah, yes. Very very nice. Harry Hart: You're going to need a pair of shoes to go with your suit. An Oxford is any formal shoe with open lacing. This additional decorative piece is called "broguing". Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: "Oxfords, not Brogues". Harry Hart: Words to live by, Eggsy. Words to live by. Try a pair. Harry Hart: Your weapon scores are excellent, by the way. Harry Hart: These, you're familiar with. And this is our standard issue pistol. It's quite unique. As you all see it, it also fires a shotgun cartridge for use in messy close-range situations. How do they feel? Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Yeah, good. Harry Hart: Now do your very best impersonation of a German aristocrat's formal greeting. Harry Hart: No, Eggsy. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: That is sick. Harry Hart: In the old days, they had a phone in the heel as well. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: How do I get it back in? Harry Hart: It is coated with one of the fastest-acting neurotoxins known to man, so, very carefully.
Valentine: Is he dead? Gazelle: That tends to happen when you shoot someone in the head.
Harry Hart: What did you do to me? I had no control. I killed all those people. Harry Hart: I wanted to. Valentine: Clever, isn't it? In simple terms, it's a neurological wave that triggers the centers of aggression and switches off inhibitors. Harry Hart: Transmitted through your nasty free SIM cards, I assume. Valentine: You know what this is like? It's like those old movies we both love. Now, I'm going to tell you my whole plan, and then I'm going to come up with some absurd and convoluted way to kill you, and you'll find an equally convoluted way to escape. Harry Hart: Sounds good to me. Valentine: Well, this ain't that kind of movie.
Harry Hart: "Manners - maketh - man." Harry Hart: Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you a lesson.
Operator: Customer complaints. How may I help you? Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Um, my name's Eggsy Unwin. Sorry, um, Gary Unwin. And I'm up shit creek; I'm in an urban police station and my mom said to call this number if ever I needed help... Operator: I'm sorry, sir. Wrong number. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Wait, wait... Oxfords not Brogues? Operator: Your complaint has been duly noted, and we hope that we've not lost you as a loyal customer.
Arthur: Can you guess... Arthur: ... what this is? Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: I don't have to. Harry showed me. You click it, I die. I thought that brandy tasted a bit shit. Arthur: Bravo. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Valentine won you over, somehow. Arthur: Once he explained, I understood. Valentine: When you get a virus, you get a fever. That's the human body raising its core temperature to kill the virus. Planet Earth works the same way: Global warming is the fever, mankind is the virus. We're making our planet sick. A cull is our only hope. If we don't reduce our population ourselves, there's only one of two ways this can go: The host kills the virus, or the virus kills the host. Either way... Arthur: The result is the same: The virus dies. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: So Valentine's gonna take care of the population problem himself. Arthur: Well if we don't do something, nature will. Sometimes, a culling is the only way to ensure that the species survives. And history will see Valentine as the man who saved humanity from extinction. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: And he gets to pick and choose who gets culled, does he? All his rich mates, they get to live. And then when he thinks it's worth saving, he keeps them safe, whether they agree with him or not. Arthur: And you, Eggsy. In Harry's honor, I am inviting you to be part of a new world. It's time to make your decision. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: I'd rather be with Harry. Thanks. Arthur: So be it. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: The problem with us common types is, that we are light-fingered. Kingsman's taught me a lot, but sleight of hand... Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: I had that done already. Arthur: You dirty... little fucking prick...
Dean: Michelle, turn that shit off. It's doing my nut in. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: I rather like that song. Leave it on, eh, Mum? Dean: Mugsy's back. You've finally come to have that word with me, have you, son? Or are you gonna run away again and pretend you're going to court, dressed like that? Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Oh, you mean this? No. I know this bloke who's just taken over a tailor shop on Savile Row. He's given me a job, Mum. Comes with a lot of perks, including a house. Come and live with me there, Mum. Come on. Dean: Sit down, you! Only place she'll be visiting is you in fucking hospital, d'you hear? Michelle Unwin: Just leave him alone, Dean! Eggsy, go, please. Just go, babe. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: All right. Dean: That's it, do as Mummy says. Why don't you ask that tailor friend of yours to knock up a nice chicken costume! It'll suit you, you mug! Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: As a good friend once said: Manners... Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: ... maketh... Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: ... man. Poodle: Dean... Dean: Shut the fuck up. Eggsy, I'm gonna shove your manners up your fuck... Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: So, are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?
Harry Hart: Shit. Fucking missed it. How did I fucking miss it? Merlin. Harry Hart: I apologise for putting you in this position. You trained him well. Merlin: James Merlin: Your training... is over. Harry Hart: Welcome to Kingsman, Lancelot. Lancelot: Sir. Harry Hart: I'll deal with this mess... personally.
Arthur: It's all yours. And don't forget your membership proposal. Try picking a more suitable candidate this time. Harry Hart: Seventeen years and still evolving with the times remains an entirely foreign concept to you. You don't remind me that I wouldn't be here if it weren't for that young man. He was as much Kingsman material as any of them. More so. Arthur: But he wasn't exactly one of us, was he? Let's face it, Galahad. Your little experiment failed. Harry Hart: With respect, Arthur, you're a snob. Arthur: With respect? Harry Hart: The world is changing. There's a reason why aristocrats develop weak chins.
Valentine: Fuck that guy, whoever he is! I'm gonna... He made me kill Professor Arnold. Goddamn loved Professor Arnold. Gazelle: Well the good news is we know the emergency surveillance system works. Valentine: You know what's not good news? 'My colleague died,' that's what he said. This is an organization and they're all over us. Whoever you spoke to... Gazelle: I told you. I made contact with the KGB, MI6, Mossad, and Beijing. They all insist it wasn't one of theirs. Valentine: Beijing. So freaky how there's no recognizable name for the Chinese Secret Service. Now that's what you call a secret, right? You know what? Fuck it. We need to speed things up. Bring the product release forward. Gazelle: We're only halfway into production. Speeding it will cost a fortune. Valentine: Do I look like I give a fuck? Just get it done.
Kingsman Tailor: Perfect timing. Gentleman's just finished. Valentine: Mr. DeVere. What a coincidence. You are totally the reason I'm here. When you left my house, I was thirsting for that dope-ass smoking jacket you had on. And since I'm going to Royal Ascot, apparently you need one of these penguin suits. Here I am. What are you doing here? Valentine: What's up, man? Richmond Valentine. Harry Hart: This is my new valet. I was just introducing him to my tailor. Valentine: Another coincidence. So am I. Harry Hart: Did you have any chance to think further on my proposal? Valentine: Most definitely. My people will be getting in touch with you very soon. I guarantee it. Harry Hart: A word of advice: Ascot requires top hat. I might suggest Lock & Co. Hatters, St. James. Valentine: 'Lox', as in smoked fish? Harry Hart: As in 'locked up'. Valentine: Oh. I have trouble understanding you people sometimes. You all talk so funny.
Merlin: Hugo, Digby: you don't land in the K, you're not in the K. Rufus, you opened too soon. You were all over the radar. All three of you, pack your bags. Go home. Merlin: Eggsy, Roxy, congratulations. You set a new record. Opening at 300 feet, that's pretty ballsy. Well done for completing another task. Fall out. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Sorry, sir, but why the fuck did you choose me as the gimp? Am I the expendable candidate? Merlin: No, no, no. You don't talk to me like that. If you have a complaint, you come here and whisper it in my ear. Merlin: You need to take that chip off your shoulder.
Valentine: Great, you don't know, the CIA don't know. Nobody knows who this guy is? Fine. Seriously, it's fine. Well, it's not really fine, but it's not why I'm here. Hell, man, you know me. Money's not my issue. I could've retired straight out of M.I.T., fucked off to some island and let the business run itself. Nobody told me to try and save the planet. I wanted to. Climate change research, lobbying, years of studying, billions of dollars, and you know why I quit? Because the last time I checked, the planet was still fucked. Hence, my epiphany. Money won't solve this. Those idiots that call themselves politicians have buried their heads in the sand and stood for nothing but re-election. So I spent the last two years trying to find a real solution. And I found it. Now, if you really wanna make the world a better place, I suggest you open your fucking ears, because I'm about to tell it to you. President: Go on, Mr. Valentine. I'm still listening. Valentine: As long as you agree to all my terms.
Valentine: The fuck's wrong with them? Gazelle: I don't know. Could be something to do with the mass genocide. Valentine: Give me the mic. Valentine: Hey all! Everybody listen up! What the fuck is wrong with you people? I just want to remind you all that today is a day of celebration. We must put aside all thoughts of death, and focus on birth. The birth of a new age. We mustn't mourn the ones who give their lives today. We should honor their sacrifice, and their role in saving the human race. We must put aside doubts and guilt. You are the chosen people. When folks tell their kids the story about Noah's Ark, is Noah the bad guy? Valentine: Is God the bad guy? Valentine: How about the animals marching two by two? Valentine: Of course not! Yeah, that's it! Let's turn those frowns upside down. Eat, drink, and paaaaarty!
The Interrogator: Is Kingsman worth dying for? Charlie: No it fucking isn't! Shit! I'll tell you what you want, please! Chester King's Arthur! Arthur's head of the secret spy agency! It's called Kingsman! Get me out of here! The Interrogator: Thank you, Charlie. Much appreciated. Charlie: No, that wasn't the fucking deal! Arthur: I had such high hopes for you. You're a bloody disgrace. Charlie: I'm so sorry. Please untie me. Arthur: Untie yourself. Charlie: Arth- Arthur, please. Shit. Anyone! Merlin: Galahad, Percival, congratulations. Your candidates have reached the final stage of the testing process. As tradition allows, you will have 24 hours to spend with them. Eggsy, you should know your father reached this point. From now on, there are no safety nets. Understood? Merlin: Good. Dismissed. Merlin: Charlie, time to go home. Charlie: Fuck you! Fucking dad's gonna hear about this!
Harry Hart: Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight? Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we gonna fight?
Harry Hart: I very much regret that your husband's bravery can't be publicly celebrated. I hope you understand that. Michelle Unwin: How can I understand, if you won't tell me anything? I didn't even know he wasn't with his squad. Harry Hart: I'm so sorry I can't say more. I would like to present to you this medal of valour. If you look closely on the back, there's a number. And as a more concrete gesture of gratitude, we'd like to offer you a... Let's call it a favour. The nature of it is your choice. Just tell the operator: 'Oxfords, not Brogues.' And then they'll know it's you. Michelle Unwin: I don't want your help! Michelle Unwin: I want my husband back! Michelle Unwin: Harry Hart: What's your name, young man. Little Eggsy: Eggsy. Harry Hart: Hello, Eggsy. Can I see that? Harry Hart: You take care of this, Eggsy. Alright? Harry Hart: And take care of your mum, too.
Harry Hart: Ever heard of knocking? Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Only when I'm casing a place to rob. Merlin said you wanted to see me. Harry Hart: I hope JB's training is going as well as yours is. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Sit. Harry Hart: Congratulations on making it to the final six candidates. Your test results were even better than I could've hoped. Harry Hart: Come in. Merlin: Ah. Eggsy, I need to have a private conversation. You're dismissed. Harry Hart: Nonsense. Let him observe. He might learn a thing or two. Merlin: As you wish. Take a look at this. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Fucking hell! That's just rank, Harry. You blew up his head. It's a bit much, ain't it? Merlin: Actually, the explosion was caused by an implant in his neck. Here, under that scar. Harry Hart: Did my hardware pick up the signal that triggered it? Merlin: Fortunately, yes. Unfortunately, the IP address it traced it to is registered to the Valentine Corporation. Harry Hart: That's not much of a lead. They have millions of employees worldwide. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: That Richmond Valentine's a genius. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Did you not see his announcement today?
Harry Hart: Eggsy. Would you like a lift home? Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Who are you? Harry Hart: The man who got you released. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: That ain't an answer. Harry Hart: A little gratitude would be nice. My name is Harry Hart, and I gave you that medal. Your father saved my life.
Professor Arnold: Hello. Can I help you? Harry Hart: Yes. I have a question about anthropogenic force. Professor Arnold: Oh? Really? Well, it's actually quite fascinating... Harry Hart: My colleague died trying to rescue you, and I'm sure you saw how well-trained he was. So I suggest you tell me who kidnapped you and why they let you go. Professor Arnold: I have no idea what you're talk... Professor Arnold: I'm not supposed to say it, but it was... Harry Hart: For God's sake, I barely touched you. Oh, man up...
