Yeah? Um... HEADMASTER: I always did love a Jelly Baby.
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(SIGHS): Whew. You're seriously telling me this is all we've got? Uh, most of them are either dead, having hip operations, or recovering from prostate surgery. (CLEARS THROAT) Okay. LESLEY: Before your briefing, we'll need you to re-sign - the Official Secrets Act. - Thank you. - Thank you. - Thank you. (SOFTLY): Thank you very much. Any of you gentlemen remember this? - AGENT 5: Ooh, the Montblanc Blaster. - Mm-hmm. Haven't seen one of those for years. Take the cap off, and, if memory serves, you've 20 seconds to replace it, or it detonates with the force of a stun grenade. - (OTHERS CHUCKLING) - Oh... (CHUCKLES BREATHILY)
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P: Right. Haven't actually... done one of these before. It is my obligation under section 14 of the Health and Safety Directive to inform you that the equipment with which you are about to be issued can cause injury and bodily harm.
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Exactly. - I see. - P: Ah. Is there anything else I can get you? A gun? We... don't really do guns anymore. PEGASUS: Just... get him a gun. - Mm-hmm. - P: Right, a gun.
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ENGLISH: Tea?
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Teas on the left, gentlemen, and coffees on the right. - AGENT 7: Excellent. - AGENT 5: Oh, damn it. I forgot my pills. - (GRUNTING) - AGENT 7: Here, have some of mine. AGENT 7: Scotch whiskey single malt? AGENT 5: Thank you very much. AGENT 7: Coffee. Ooh. Here, let me help you with that.
- English. - (WRY CHUCKLE) You'll leave immediately. My people will give you the full briefing en route. Oh, is there anything you need? Yes. Nerve gas nasal spray, a type four exoskeleton... you should probably start a list... and a garroting watch, with a rubber strap, not the steel bracelet, 'cause the links get caught in the little hairs on my wrist. Oh, and I'll also need a Bough. What's a Bough? - (DOOR OPENS) - Sir! (CHUCKLES) Wonderful to see you! Yes, all right, Bough. We're going on a mission, not a honeymoon. Yes, of course, sir. Ah. I think it's the pin of your buckle, sir, it's caught - on my jumper. - Yes, I can see what's wrong, Bough. - BOUGH: Yeah. - If you go to your left, and I'll go to my right... I'm sorry, no. If you go to your right, and I'll go to my left.