Yeah, that's fine. WHISKEY: I say we both make an approach... whoever gets on best, goes for it. Well, it doesn't have to be a competition, bruv. Why don't we just go up to her... shake her hand, pat her on the back, whatever, you know. Job done. The hand is not a mucous membrane, Eggsy. Neither is the back. They teach you anything at Kingsman? What are you talking about? Our trackers are designed to enter the bloodstream. They circulate harmlessly, providing full audio and GPS. EGGSY: Mucus membrane. That's like up the nose, isn't it? What the fuck am I gonna do? Stick my finger... It's not just inside the nose, is it? No, Eggsy, it ain't. Fuck. All right, I'll take the first crack. Watch and learn, buddy. (scoffs) Good luck.
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Huh. Is that it? I suppose that must be upper-class humor. I don't get it. Me neither. What the fuck are we supposed to do now? I think we should drink a toast to our fallen comrades. To Roxy. Roxy. Ooh. To Arthur. Arthur. Mmm. Should we do one for JB? I think we should.
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POPPY: You're late. Why are you still wearing that? Until you get rid of the perimeter landmines... I'll keep wearing the suit, thank you very much. POPPY: Scaredy-cat. Shut up and sit down. Let's go! (beeps)
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(classical music playing) EGGSY: Mmm. (speaking Swedish)
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Bigger, badder, better. I call it... ARMageddon.
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(panting) Who the fuck are you?
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(engine revving)
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(whirring)
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Shit.
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MERLIN: Yeah. Unfortunately, Galahad, you also saved Charlie. When you electrocuted him, you damaged his implant. Instead of his head exploding... he only lost an arm and his vocal chords. Fucker should be thanking me. And now he's back for revenge? We don't think so, sir. We believe he's being recruited by an unknown organization. Lancelot? Got the police autopsy reports from Charlie's colleagues in the SUVs. They're not just goons for hire. Fingerprints removed. Teeth filed smooth. I did a face recognition. Nothing. And that thing? A cosmetic tattoo made of 24-carat gold. They all had them. Seems like we're looking at some kind of underworld organization.
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(chuckles sarcastically) What about you? Me? Yeah. No, I love a Jack and Coke, bruv. But I do agree with the part where you go fuck yourself. All right. Y'all ain't got nothing to protect other than your honor. Let's see what happens when we change things up.
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EGGSY: Someone decides to wipe out every Kingsman property... every agent, and somehow... conveniently, you weren't at home. I could say the same thing about you. What, you think I'd kill Roxy? And my mate, Brandon, and my fucking dog? MERLIN: No. You think I would?
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Tequila here... he is our resident bad boy. You don't think this could be related to The Golden Circle, do you? A drug cartel poisoning its customers? Doesn't make sense.
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EGGSY: Aw! I know he could never replace JB... but...