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It's freezing. Why are we walking? You jacked his fucking car keys, bruv? Yeah. Now, we're gonna nick his car.

Kingsman: The Secret Service

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Yeah, all right.

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Yeah.

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Lancelot was investigating a group of mercenaries... who were experimenting with biological weaponry. Glasses, gentlemen, please.

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Where are you going?

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Shame.

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Who are you? The man who got you released. That ain't an answer.

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I want each of you to propose a candidate... and have them report to UK HQ... no later than 9 p.m. GMT.

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Hardly felt a thing.

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Second lesson... how to make a proper martini.

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So, hail Satan... and have a lovely afternoon, madam.

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Am I meant to find that reassuring? He'll be here soon. He'll explain.

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Eggsy?

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- A party? - Tonight, in London.

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We've lost one of our satellites.

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You will write the details of your next of kin on that bag. This represents your acknowledgment of the risks that you are about to face... as well as your agreement to strict confidentiality. Which, incidentally, if you break, will result in you... and your next of kin... being in that bag.

Kingsman: The Secret Service

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Shit! Eggsy, Valentine's using someone else's satellite. He's going to reconnect the chain. It's going to take him no time at all.

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An independent, international intelligence agency... operating at the highest level of discretion.

Kingsman: The Secret Service

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It's freezing. Why are we walking? You jacked his fucking car keys, bruv? Yeah. Now, we're gonna nick his car.

Yeah, all right.

Yeah.

Lancelot was investigating a group of mercenaries... who were experimenting with biological weaponry. Glasses, gentlemen, please.

Where are you going?

Shame.

Who are you? The man who got you released. That ain't an answer.

I want each of you to propose a candidate... and have them report to UK HQ... no later than 9 p.m. GMT.

Hardly felt a thing.

Second lesson... how to make a proper martini.

So, hail Satan... and have a lovely afternoon, madam.

Am I meant to find that reassuring? He'll be here soon. He'll explain.

Eggsy?

- A party? - Tonight, in London.

We've lost one of our satellites.

You will write the details of your next of kin on that bag. This represents your acknowledgment of the risks that you are about to face... as well as your agreement to strict confidentiality. Which, incidentally, if you break, will result in you... and your next of kin... being in that bag.

Shit! Eggsy, Valentine's using someone else's satellite. He's going to reconnect the chain. It's going to take him no time at all.

An independent, international intelligence agency... operating at the highest level of discretion.