Kingsman: The Secret Service Quotes - Cheeky Stylized Spoof(Total Quotes: 142)
Directed by: Matthew Vaughn
Jane Goldman (screenplay)
Matthew Vaughn (screenplay)
Mark Millar (comic book “The Secret Service”)
Dave Gibbons (comic book “The Secret Service”)
Colin Firth – Harry Hart/Galahad
Taron Egerton – Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin
Samuel L. Jackson – Valentine
Mark Strong – Merlin
Michael Caine – Chester King/Arthur
Sophie Cookson – Roxy
Sofia Boutella – Gazelle
Mark Hamill – Professor Arnold
Jack Davenport – Lancelot
Samantha Womack – Michelle Unwin
Edward Holcroft – Charlie
Hanna Alström – Princess Tilde
Bjørn Floberg – Swedish Prime Minister
Geoff Bell – Dean
Jordan Long – Poodle
Theo Barklem-Biggs – Ryan
Tobi Bakare – Jamal
OUR REVIEW & RATING ★★★½
Based on the comic book created by Dave Gibbons and Mark Millar, Kingsman: The Secret Service quotes are stylized, cheeky and crude and sure to offend someone but yet highly enjoyable.
The story centers on veteran secret agent Harry Hart who takes teen delinquent Eggsy, from the streets of London, and brings him into secret spy organization that recruits kids into the agency’s ultra-competitive training program just as a global threat emerges from an eccentric billionaire.
The script is a smartly written tongue-in-cheek take on the spy genre with ultra-violent but cartoonish action and extremely adult humor which surprisingly make it a winning combination. Although Vaughn manages to provide a clever twist on the spy movie genre the film is not without its failings, major one being that the tone and momentum it builds up in the first half somehow gets a little lost in the second and the crudeness and graphic violence will not be for everyone.
With regard to the performances the standouts are Firth as the veteran secret agent Harry Hart who not only displays the necessary charisma and flexibility for his performance but provides the right amount of believability in his stylized action scenes. But the heart of the story is Taron Egerton as Eggsy who convincingly transitions from uncouth troublemaker to secret agent. Also the chemistry between Firth and Egerton as mentor/mentee relationship adds an extra layer to the story that makes it unique. A special mention also has to go to Samuel L. Jackson’s performance as the speech-impeded, twisted wealthy tech magnate Valentine.
Verdict: The unflinching violence and vulgarity will definitely be a turn off for some audiences, but for the less sensitive souls the slick, brazen and stylish humor makes it a smart spy spoof and highly entertaining.
[first lines; Middle East 1997 – a helicopter flies into a compound]
Helicopter Pilot: This is Zero One Alpha. We have secured the Falcon. I say again, we have secured the Falcon.
[inside the building four men have apprehended a terrorist leader and he is tied to a chair]
Harry Hart: [subtitled] I will count from one to ten. Within that you’ll tell me what I want to know. Otherwise the number ten is the last thing you’ll hear. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…
[the terrorist lifts his head up to reveal a grenade pin in his mouth]
Lee: Grenade! Get Back!
[he pushes Harry out of the way and jumps onto the terrorist and covers the explosion]
Harry Hart: Shit. Fucking missed it. How did I fucking miss it?
[looking at one of his partners, Merlin]
Harry Hart: Merlin, I apologize both for putting you in this position. You trained him well.
[looking at the other partner, Lancelot]
Merlin: James, your training is over.
Harry Hart: Welcome to Kingsman, Lancelot.
[he shakes his hand]
[looking at the dead bodies of Lee and the terrorist]
Harry Hart: I’ll deal with this mess, personally.
[London – Harry visits Lee’s wife Michelle]
Harry Hart: I very much regret that your husband’s bravery can’t be publicly celebrated. I hope you understand.
Michelle Unwin: How can I understand, if you won’t tell me anything? I didn’t even know he was away with his squad.
Harry Hart: I’m so sorry, I can’t say more.
[clearly upset Michelle nods her head]
Harry Hart: I would like to present you with this medal of valor. And if you look closely on the back, there’s a number. And as a more concrete gesture of our gratitude, we’d like to offer you an…let’s call it a favor. The nature of it is your choice. Just tell the operator “Oxford’s, not Brogue’s”, and then I’ll know it’s you.
Michelle Unwin: I do not want your help!
[she pushes Harry’s hand holding the medal away]
Michelle Unwin: I want my husband back!
[she starts crying]
[Harry goes over to Lee’s young son, young son Gary, aka Eggsy]
Harry Hart: What’s your name, young man?
Little Eggsy: Eggsy.
Harry Hart: Hello, Eggsy.
[referring to the snow globe in Eggsy’s hand]
Harry Hart: May I see that?
[Eggsy hands him the snow globe and Harry gives him the medal]
Harry Hart: You take care of this, Eggsy. Alright?
[Eggsy nods his head]
Harry Hart: And take care of your mum too.
[Eggsy nods his head again, Harry then leaves]
[Argentina, 17 years later – Professor James Arnold is being held captive by a group of thugs, one of them takes the hood off his head]
Big Goon: So sorry, Professor Arnold. Just a tiny bit more.
[as the thug tries to take the tape off of Arnold’s mouth]
Professor Arnold: Oh, for God’s sakes, just rip it off!
Big Goon: I am under very strict instructions not to hurt you.
Professor Arnold: Look, you’ve made a mistake. I’m university lecturer, I’ve got no money.
Big Goon: This isn’t about money. Our boss just wants to just talk to you.
Professor Arnold: Am I meant to find that reassuring?
Big Goon: He’ll be here soon, he’ll explain. Do you like whiskey?
[to one of his thug companions]
Big Goon: Red, get a ’62 Dalmore.
Professor Arnold: Mm.
Big Goon: Honestly, this whiskey is amazing. You will shit.
[there is a knock heard at the door, the thug answers it and finds it’s Lancelot]
Lancelot: I suppose asking to borrow a cup of sugar is a step too far.
[as the thug goes to shoot him he quickly gets his gun out and shoots the thug he then proceeds to fight and kill the rest of the thugs]
Lancelot: Professor Arnold, I’m here to take you home.
[the thug that was fetching the whiskey enters with the tray in his hand when Lancelot quickly shoots him, then takes the glass of whiskey off the tray and sniffs it]
Lancelot: Mm. 1962 Dalmore . It’d be a sin to spill any. Don’t you think?
[he takes a sip when suddenly there’s a knock at the door, as Lancelot goes to answer it he’s suddenly cut down the middle by a woman with bladed prosthetic legs named Gazelle ]
[Gazelle fetches some sheets and holds them out to Arnold]
Gazelle: Can you hold these, please?
[Arnolds holds his out indicating he’s tied up, Gazelle uses one of her bladed prosthetic legs to cut the ropes tying Arnold’s hands, she gives him the sheets to hold as she uses them to cover up the dead bodies of the thugs; to Arnold as he throws her the last sheet]
Gazelle: Thank you.
[she opens the front door]
Gazelle: Everything is clean.
[she holds out the glass of whiskey for her employer, Valentine]
Valentine: My kind of welcome.
[he laughs, takes the glass of whiskey and drinks it]
Valentine: No stomach for violence. I mean, literally. I see one drop of blood, that is me done. I’m like…
[he imitates throwing up]
Valentine: Projectile. Listen, I’m so sorry you had to witness all this unpleasantness due to our uninvited guest. But I promise you, by the time I’ve found out who he worked for, you and I will be the best of friends.
[back in London; to his driver]
Harry Hart: To the shop, please.
[the car pulls up in Savile Row outside a tailor shop which Harry enters]
Kingsman Tailor: Arthur is in the dining room, sir.
[Harry goes to the dining room]
Harry Hart: Arthur.
Arthur: Galahad. The others were beginning to wonder if we were going to have a double toast.
[Harry takes seat next to Arthur and they both put on glasses that when you look through them show the other members of the Kingsman taking part in the meeting]
Arthur: Gentlemen, I am thankful to say it’s been seventeen years since we last had occasion to use this decanter. Lancelot was an outstanding agent and a true Kingsman, he will be sorely missed.
[he holds up his glass of whiskey]
Arthur: To Lancelot.
[the others hold up their glass of drink]
Kingsman Agents: To Lancelot.
[they all drink to Lancelot]
Arthur: I intend to start the selection process for Lancelot’s replacement tomorrow. I want each of you to propose a candidate and have them report to UK HQ no later than 9 p.m. GMT. Thank you.
[they take off their glasses as the meeting ends]
[Merlin stands by the dining room doorway]
Arthur: Merlin. Come in. Lancelot was investigating a group of mercenaries who were experimenting with biological weaponry. Glasses, gentlemen. Please.
[Arthur and Harry put their glasses back as Merlin shows them information through the painting hanging on the wall]
Merlin: Uganda, 2012. Synthetic Cathinone. You put it in the water supply of a guerrilla army base. Rage, cannibalism. Multiple fatalities. Chechnya, 2013. Insurgents turned on one another. Indisputable, the work of our mercenaries but no trace of any chemicals of any kind.
Harry Hart: So what happened to Lancelot?
Merlin: He tracked them to this property in Argentina. And while he had them under surveillance, he became aware that they had effected a kidnapping. So he executed a solo rescue mission which failed. This is his last transmission:
[the screen shows the message: KIDNAP VICTIM IS PROFESSOR JAMES ARNOLD]
[referring to Arnold]
Harry Hart: Who is he?
Merlin: Some climate change doomsayer. Expounded something called Gaia theory about the world healing itself or some such. But what’s curious, is he’s not actually missing. This is Professor Arnold.
[he shows them footage of Arnold]
Merlin: At Imperial College, this morning.
[Merlin gives the files to Harry]
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. Need I remind you, 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.
[Harry gets up and starts to walk out]
Arthur: With respect?
Harry Hart: The world is changing. There’s a reason why aristocrats developed weak chins.
[he turns and leaves]
[we see now a grown up Eggsy looking at himself in his bedroom mirror, he tucks the medal Arthur had given under his shirt]
Michelle Unwin: Eggsy? Eggsy, come here.
[Eggsy walk to the living room where his mother, Michelle, is sat watching TV with her new husband, Dean]
Michelle Unwin: Got any rizla, babe?
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: No.
Dean: Why don’t you do your mum a favor, go down to the shop and get some.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: Get ’em yourself.
Michelle Unwin: Oy. What have I said to you about speaking to Dean like that?
[looking at Dean’s friend, Poodle, also sat with them watching TV]
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: Three’s a crowd, ain’t it? Why don’t Dean’s poodle go?
Dean: I tell you what.
[he takes some cash out of his pocket]
Dean: Why don’t you take this and go and get some rizla’s, get yourself some sweets? And while you’re gone, we’ll show your mother how three can be good company.
[Eggsy reluctantly takes the cash]
Michelle Unwin: Thanks babe.
[at the same time his baby sister starts crying and Dean starts kissing Michelle; Eggsy goes over to his baby sister and gives her a dummy]
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: There you go, sweetheart. Here we go. Is that better?
[he then leaves]
[Eggsy meets his friends in the pub]
Ryan: If Dean treat your mum’s so bad, why don’t she leave him?
Jamal: Low self-esteem. That’s her problem.
Ryan: Fuck off. Why would she have low self-esteem? Eggsy mum’s well fit.
[Ryan and Jamal laugh]
Ryan: No offense pal.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: It’s alright. One of these days I’m gonna smash his face in.
Jamal: Are you mental, Gaz? He’ll just get that lot to do you and then pretend he knew nothing…
[pointing to some thugs sat at another table]
Jamal: …about it.
Rottweiler: Oy, you think you can chat shit about us and we won’t do nothing, just cause our governor’s bangin’ Eggsy’s mum?
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: Pretty much, yeah.
Jamal: Just leave it. Let’s just go, man. It’s not worth it.
[Rottweiler and his group of thugs walk over to their table]
Rottweiler: You boys have outstayed your welcome. Leave.
[suddenly Eggsy stands and Ryan and Jamal leave]
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: I’m sorry about that, broth.
[he turns and starts to leave]
Rottweiler: Yeah. Mug.
[referring to Dean’s thugs as they walk out of the pub]
Ryan: They weren’t fucking worth it, boys.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: It’s freezing. Why are we walking?
[he holds up car keys]
Jamal: You jacked his fucking car keys, broth?
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: Yep. Now we’re gonna nick his car.
[he unlocks Rottweiler’s car]
Ryan: Fucking shit. Move, broth!
[they get into the car]
[as hears a car engine revving outside]
Rottweiler: Hold on boys.
[he walks out the pub and sees Eggsy and his friends swerving the car around]
Rottweiler: Hey, that’s my fucking car! Oy! Oy! Eggsy! I swear, you’re in fucking trouble. Stop it!
Ryan: Floor it, Eggsy!
[Eggsy drives off, Rottweiler calls Dean]
Rottweiler: Yea, yeah, Dean, look it’s me! Eggsy just stole my fucking car, yeah! Yeah, I’ve come out of the pub, he’s done about fifteen donuts in my fucking face and then he’s drove off! No, I can’t! Look, he’s disrespecting me and that means he’s disrespecting you!
[just then he sees the police chasing Eggsy and his friends in his car]
Rottweiler: Oh! Oh! Oh! Hold up!
[the police chase Eggsy as he drives the car backwards down a few blocks until he crashes into another car when he tries to avoid hitting a fox crossing the street]
Ryan: Dick head!
Jamal: Foxes are vermin, Gaz. You should’ve driven it over.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: I should’ve done a lot of things. I’ll sort this, get out of the car.
[Ryan and Jamal hesitate]
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: I said get out of the fucking car!
[Ryan an Jamal get out of the car and Eggsy drives into the police car]
[whilst being interrogated at the police station]
Policeman: Eggsy, there is no such thing as honor amongst thieves. Now you can start giving me some names of the boys you were with, or you go down. It’s up to you.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: I want to exercise my right to a phone call.
Policeman: Well, I hope it’s to your mum, to tell her that you’re gonna to be eighteen months late for your dinner.
[Eggsy takes out the medal he wears around his neck and calls the number on the back]
Female Voice: Customer complaints. How may I help you?
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: Um…my name’s Eggsy Unwin. Sorry, Gary Unwin. And I’m up shit creek, I’m in Holborn police station and my mum said to call this number if ever I needed help…
Female Voice: I’m sorry, sir. Wrong number.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: Wait, wait!
[he then remembers the phrase Harry had told his mother to use when making the call]
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: Oxford’s not Brogue’s?
Female Voice: Your complaint has been duly noted, and we hope that we’ve not lost you as a loyal customer.
[policeman interrogating Eggsy gets a call as he smokes outside the station]
Policeman: Yep. You what? I… Yep. Yes, I totally understand.
[looking angry the policeman walks back into the station, at the same time Eggsy walks out after being released, as he walks down the stairs Harry is waiting for him]
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.
[Eggsy and Harry are sat in Eggsy’s local pub]
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: So before you was a tailor, were you in the army? Like an officer?
Harry Hart: Not quite.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: So where was you posted? Iraq or something?
Harry Hart: Sorry, Eggsy. Classified.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: But my dad saved your life, yeah?
Harry Hart: The day your father died, I missed something. And if it weren’t for his courage, my mistake would have cost the lives of every man present. So I owe him. Your father was a brave man. A good man. And having read your files, I’d think he’d be bitterly disappointed in the choices you’ve made.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: You can’t talk to me like that.
Harry Hart: Huge IQ, great performance at primary school. Then it all went tits up. Drugs, petty crime, never had a job.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: Oh, you think there’s a lot of jobs going around here, do you?
Harry Hart: Doesn’t explain why you gave up your hobbies. First prize, regional under tens’ gymnastics two years in a row. Your coach had you pegged as Olympic team material.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: Yeah, well, when you grow up around someone like my step-dad, you pick up new hobbies pretty quick.
Harry Hart: Oh, of course. Always someone else’s fault. Who’s to blame for you quitting the Marines? You were halfway through training, doing brilliantly, but you gave up.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: Because my mum went mental! Banging on about losing me as well as my dad. Didn’t want me being cannon fodder for snobs like you, judging people like me from your ivory towers, with no thought about why we do what we do! We ain’t got much choice, you get me? And if we was born with the same silver spoon up our arses, we’d do just as well as you, if not better.
[Rottweiler and his thugs enter the pub]
Rottweiler: What the fuck are you doing here? You taking the piss?
Harry Hart: Some more examples of young men who simply need a silver suppository?
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: No, they’re exceptions. Come on.
Harry Hart: Nonsense, we haven’t finished our drinks.
[Rottweiler and his thugs come over to their table]
Poodle: After you nicked his car, Dean says you’re fair game. And he don’t give a shit what your mum says.
Harry Hart: Um, listen, boys. I’ve had a rather emotional day, so whatever your beef with Eggsy is, and I’m sure it’s well founded, I’d appreciate it enormously if you could just leave us in peace until I finish this lovely pint of Guinness.
Rottweiler: You should get out of the way, Granddad, or you’ll get hurt a lot.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: He ain’t joking, you should go.
[Harry places his glass on table, then gets up to leave]
Harry Hart: Excuse me. Excuse me.
Poodle: If you’re looking for another rent boy, they’re on the corner of Smith’s Street.
[Harry walks over to the front door and starts locking it]
Harry Hart: Manners maketh man. Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you a lesson.
[with the hook of his umbrella, he grabs a glass and swings it at Rottweiler’s head and knocks him out]
Harry Hart: Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?
[as one of the thugs goes to punch Harry, he moves his head and Poodle gets punched instead knocking his teeth out, then Harry proceeds to swiftly beat the rest of the thugs when suddenly Rottweiler pulls out his gun and starts shooting at Harry who uses his umbrella to deflect the bullets]
Rottweiler: You fucking dirty…fucking dirty…
[he runs out of bullets, Harry then uses his umbrella to knock him out, then just as the bar owner is about to call the police, Harry uses an “Amnesia” dart to knock him out]
[after knocking out all the thugs Harry goes back to sit down and finishes his drink]
Harry Hart: Sorry about that. Needed to let off a little steam. Heard yesterday a friend of mine died. He knew your father too, actually. Now, I do apologize, Eggsy. I shouldn’t have done this in front of you.
[Harry goes to use his watch to release the amnesia dart on Eggsy]
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: No, please. I won’t say nothing, I swear. If there’s one thing I can do, it’s keep my mouth shut.
Harry Hart: You won’t tell a soul?
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: Ask the feds, I’ve never grassed anyone up.
Harry Hart: Is that a promise?
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: On my life!
[Harry looks at him for a moment before lowering his arm]
Harry Hart: Much appreciated, Eggsy. You’re right about the snobs. But there too, there are exceptions. Best of luck with everything.
[he pats Eggsy on the shoulder, picks up his umbrella and walks out of the pub]
[Eggsy returns home and Michelle goes over to him looking worried]
Michelle Unwin: Eggsy, just go, please. Because he’s gonna…
[suddenly Dean walks over to Eggsy and punches him, Michelle tries to intervene]
Michelle Unwin: No! Please don’t hurt him!
Dean: Fuck off!
Michelle Unwin: Don’t hurt him!
Dean: Get the fuck away!
[Dean shoves her away]
Dean: Shut the fuck up!
[Dean grabs hold of Eggsy’s throat]
Dean: Who was with you in that fucking pub? I want to know the name of the geezer you was with!
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: I was not with no one!
[Dean slaps him]
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: I don’t know what you’re on about!
[Dean slaps him again]
Dean: Who was he?!
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: I don’t know what you’re fucking on about!
[Dean slaps him again]
Dean: Fucking tell me his name!
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: I don’t know what you’re fucking on about!
[as Dean carries on abusing Eggsy, Harry overhears the struggle through a mic that he placed on Eggsy’s shoulder]
Dean: You listen to me, I want to know who you was with in that pub. Do you Understand? I want to know his fucking name!
[Harry hears as Dean hits Eggsy again]
Dean: I swear, I’ll rip your head off!
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: I don’t know what you’re fucking on about!
Dean: Tell me!
Michelle Unwin: Just tell him, Eggsy!
[Dean picks up a knife and shoves it in Michelle’s face]
Dean: Fuck off! Fuck off, Michelle!
[threatening Eggsy with the knife]
Dean: I could kill you right now and no one in the whole world will know it!
[suddenly Harry’s voice is heard]
Harry Hart: But I would. I have enough evidence on your activities to have you locked up for the rest of your life, Mr. Dean Anthony Baker.
Dean: What the fuck?!
Harry Hart: So I suggest you leave the boy alone or I shall be forced to deliver it to the appropriate authorities. Eggsy, meet me at the tailor I told you about.
Dean: What the fuck’s going on here?!
[Eggsy rushes out of the apartment where he runs into Dean’s thugs]
Rottweiler: Eggsy, you fucking maggot.
[more thugs come up to grab Eggsy when he quickly evades them]
Rottweiler: You wanker! I’ll have you done!
[Eggsy enters the Kingsman tailor shop where he finds Harry sat having a drink]
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: I’ve never met a tailor before. But I know you ain’t one.
[Harry finishes his drink]
Harry Hart: Come with me.
[Harry takes Eggsy to the back room and stands by the large mirror]
Harry Hart: Come on in.
[Eggsy stands next to Harry looking at himself in the mirror]
Harry Hart: What do you see?
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: Someone who wants to know what the fuck is going on.
Harry Hart: I see a young man with potential. A young man who is loyal. Who can do as he’s asked, and who wants to do something good with his life.
Harry Hart: Did you see the film “Trading Places”?
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: No.
Harry Hart: How about “Nikita”?
[Eggsy shakes his head]
Harry Hart: “Pretty Woman”?
[Eggsy looks at him with confusion]
Harry Hart: Alright. My point is that the lack of a silver spoon has set you on a certain path, but you needn’t stay on it. If you’re prepare to adapt and learn, you can transform.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: Oh, like in “My Fair Lady”.
Harry Hart: You’re full of surprises. Yes, like “My Fair Lady”. Only in this case, I am offering you the opportunity to become a Kingsman.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: A tailor?
Harry Hart: A Kingsman agent.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: Like a spy?
Harry Hart: Of sorts. Interested?
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: You think I’ve got anything to lose?
[Harry places his hand on the mirror, which activates the elevator taking them to the secret tunnel]
[as the elevator takes them to them underground to the secret tunnel]
Harry Hart: Since 1849, Kingsman Tailors have clothed the world’s most powerful individuals. By 1919, a great number of them had lost their heirs to World War I. That meant a lot of money going un-inherited, and a lot of powerful men with a desire to preserve peace and protect life. Our founders realized that they could channel that wealth and influence for the greater good. And so began our other venture. An independent, international intelligence agency operating at the highest level of discretion. Above the politics and bureaucracy that undermine the integrity of government-run spy organizations. The suit is a modern gentleman’s armor, and the Kingsman agents are the new knights.
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin: How deep does this fucking thing go?
Harry Hart: Deep enough.
[as they reach the bottom of the tunnel there’s a shuttle waiting for them and takes them to a massive mansion in the country]
Harry Hart: Shit, we’re late.
[as they get off the shuttle and make their way Eggsy looks in awe at the massive station holding planes, cars, etc.]
Harry Hart: Your father had the same look on his face. As did I. Come on.
[Harry walks through a corridor where Merlin is waiting]
[explains to Eggsy]
Harry Hart: My code name.
Merlin: Late again, sir.
Harry Hart: Good luck.
Merlin: In you go.
[Eggsy enters the room where the other recruits are gathered]
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