(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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(laughs) It's a lasso. EGGSY: Whatever.
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Brains, skills... skipping rope?
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I did actually mean... Of course. And with all disrespect... I'm not going anywhere without him.
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All right. Jet's ready. Whiskey, Galahad, get to Italy.
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(both yelling) (both yelling)
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(all yelling)
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(grunting)
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(panting) That's the first decent shit I've had in three weeks.
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You've gotta be fucking kidding!
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(both grunt)
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(hissing)
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What happened?
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You all right? What was that phone call you got? Let's not, Harry. I don't think you'd sympathize... and I'm not really in the mood for a lecture. All right. How about a martini? For old times' sake? Yeah, all right. I had a girlfriend. I lost her. And it broke me. And now, if this mission fails... she's gonna die. I know it's against Kingsman rules, having a relationship. When I was shot... can you guess what the last thing was that flashed through my mind? It was absolutely nothing. I had no ties. No bittersweet memories. I was leaving nothing behind. Never experienced companionship... never been in love... and in that moment... all I felt was loneliness... and regret. I'm sorry. Don't be. Just know that having something to lose... is what makes life worth living. Now, let's go and save your girl. I missed you, Harry.
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We need to go dark. We don't know who else at Statesman could be working against us. Shit! This is all my fault. You weren't ready for the field and I pushed for it! He showed his hand. You think he'd have let us live? You should be thanking me for saving our arses! Saving our arses? Try saying that to fucking Whiskey!