Anton! Ouch! Anton is part of my security team, psycho! Yeah, well, guess what? I don't like his face. I don't like the looks of your face! And who the fuck are you? I'm the person that's gonna cut your dick off and glue it to your forehead... so you look like a limp-dick unicorn. That's who the fuck I am. Your name should be "Mr. Bag o' Dicks"... not "Anton. " Okay. Jesus. Let's just calm down, okay? Does he not look like a bag o' dicks? Enough. I can see why my father liked you now.
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(MOUTHING) I've got this.
Spy
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RAYNA: Correct. The lead lining is thick as to mask any radiation detection. My father was extremely good at his job. DE LUCA: Unbelievable! You could have warned me, Rayna. I've been throwing my gym clothes on top of that thing for a week.
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You dead serious?
Spy
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Your name, please? Penny Morgan. I don't see you on the list. I'm so sorry. She's with me. Darling. (GROWLS) You're late. The way you look... I'd say it was more than worth the wait. Come.
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Poor little, pathetic Susan Coleman. That's not my last name, so it's really not much of a burn, is it?
Spy
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I took this from your minibar. Well, that's not right.
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(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
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Oh. Thank you.
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(PANTING)
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I think we can probably go back towards... my hotel.
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The fainting, the way you talk... your terrible sense of style.
