So, what's the plan? Who are we meeting? you're my bodyguard, not my business partner... so just focus on guarding my body. So not knowing who we're meeting tonight is gonna make me extra effective. That's okay. I get it. I got shit to do. You'll probably be fine. Why don't I go get you a nice dress to be buried in? Dumbass.
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24s
People want my power And they want my station Stormed my winter palace But they couldn't take it Try to pull my status But they couldn't fake it Welcome back to the Four Seasons Budapest, Miss Boyanov. Don't talk to me. You're not my friend. Get away from me. Move. Move! I got it.
Spy
2.1s
Amber is my hired bodyguard.
Spy
4.7s
Oh, my God. Thank you for that. Why would you do that? I panicked. What a great moment.
Spy
1.4s
It's her stomach.
Spy
2.5s
Oh, sorry. Susan is ill.
Spy
2.6s
Bye. Bye! (BLOWING RASPBERRY)
Spy
16.6s
I wish I could just stick around here... curl up with a good book. But I have a yacht full of friends waiting for me. Wow. Yachts are the worst. They seem so glamorous, but... They're the worst. NANCY: Boo, yachts. Anyhoo, I'll see you guys when I get back, all freckled and tan. We're gonna see you.
Spy
8.6s
Fine, you good? FINE: Okay, Coop. Just pulling up. Susan, you're killing it. Oh, good. It's the chicory. Yeah.