We can't let Rayna see her... so you need to take out her bodyguards and I'll deal with her. Ain't nobody orders me around! God, do you have a better idea? Yeah, we release a gas in the club... causing everybody to get temporary amnesia. Get 100 sticks of dynamite... Oh, God! Just go! Just go!
Spy
4.5s
What's up, Budapest? I just had some goulash. The shit was on point!
Spy
10.2s
Get the party rockin' Bottles poppin' Tonight we gonna turn up till we Twisted Oh, shit. She's here.
Spy
7.9s
Thank you for the beautiful ladies. You guys okay? (CROWD CHEERING) Let's welcome Mr. 50 Cent!
Spy
3s
(STRAINING) Blend in, or get the fuck out.
Spy
2.7s
You get off of me! Get your silky shirt off of me!
Spy
3s
Okay, bigger diversion. Huge diversion.
Spy
2.5s
Nancy, I need you to get in here now.
Spy
1.5s
Oh, my God, Susan!
Spy
1.5s
Bitch!
Spy
17.9s
I had to fake my death to gain Rayna's trust. I jammed the signal, popped out my lens. It was easy. I hated to do it to you, Coop, but I had to. I had to. Rayna knew all about our agents... because Karen Walker sold her the names. I just couldn't trust anyone at the agency not to give me away, not even you.
Spy
4.6s
Get away from me. No, listen. I haven't got much time. Why'd you do it, Fine?
Spy
5.8s
Fine is alive... and he's a traitor. Don't be downhearted.
