You've run out of options, Volta. Oh, you think you've won? Mm. XANDER: Rerouting the attack to our Nevada servers, Jason. The world's going down, English, and I'll be the last man standing. Good-bye, English. Good-bye, Internet. OPHELIA: I've got it! That's a Gazelle 341 light attack helicopter. If we can hack into its operating system, we can disable the drive function.
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VOLTA: Look at you! You couldn't use that thing if your life depended on it! (LAUGHS) VOLTA: Let's get out of here. Let's get this bird in the... (GRUNTS) (LOUD THUMP) ♪ XANDER: Rerouting complete. Attack data now installed at our Nevada servers. Should I initiate? Jason?
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(BOUGH WHIMPERING) Don't worry, he's only got six bullets in that thing.
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("MOVES" BY OLLY MURS FEATURING SNOOP DOGG PLAYING)
(GASPS SOFTLY) Not so fast, Volta. (VOLTA LAUGHS) Is this supposed to scare me, Sir Lancelot? (LOW GRUNTING)
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♪ Last two steps, sir. (GASPS, GRUNTS)
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Oh. - Morning, sir! - Hello, sir! - Welcome back, sir! - Welcome back, sir! - Sir! - Hi, sir! - Hello, sir! - Welcome back, sir! Hi, sir! Surprise. Thank you. Where's Straker? (GRUNTS) Here, sir. Good. And, of course... Baggaley. - Oh. - That was very good, very good. All right, gather round, everyone, gather round. - Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. - What is it? - What is it? - I've got some toys - to show you. - Yes! - Cool! Yes. - There we are. There we are. - Ooh! - Jelly Babies! Breadstick blowpipe, anyone? - KIDS: Me! Me! - There you go. - Granny Smith hand grenade? - Mine! - Mine! And what about a garroting watch? - Here, sir. - There you go. - (BLOWS DART) - Aah! - KIDS: Ooh. - Here, let me take that. Don't worry, it's only a mild sedative. - (GROANING): Oh... - What? - (BEEPING) Oh. That's just a five-second fuse.
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Y-Yes, all right, we all know - what garroting looks like. - (COUGHING) Whenever you're ready, Mr. English. Oh, I'm sorry, Headmaster. I'll just be one moment. (QUIETLY): Just stick those back in place... - Ooh. - Put that away, shall we?