You know what? That was the best martini I've ever had.
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Looks like we've got a door. GINGER: Yep.
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(sighs)
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(grunting) (groaning)
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At the controls. In position.
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Oh! Here's where we leave the casks to age. Unfortunately, we can't go in, as it's a temperature-controlled environment. So let's move on to our world class stud farm... and meet three of our Kentucky Derby winners. (whirring)
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(whirring)
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(in English) So sorry about this.
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(panting)
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Harry. What's going on? I was just packing. Look at these lovely toiletries Merlin very kindly gave me as a leaving present. Here, try this aftershave. Yeah, I know, Harry. I'm wearing it. Listen, you can't just give up. Give up? No, on the contrary. I'm about to achieve my dream. Researching rare butterflies alongside some of the finest minds in entomology. You know, you may as well have me stuck up on this wall. 'Cause you're never gonna find a butterfly more interesting than me. Sorry? When you and I first met, I was just, like, a maggot. Maggots turn into flies. Perhaps you mean larva. Larva, yeah, okay. Whatever. The point is... everyone wanted to squash me. But not you. You helped me to become a caterpillar. And now I've got wings. I'm flying higher than I ever dreamed. And that is all thanks to you. I hate to seem rude, but I need to finish packing and get some sleep. Harry, you can't just walk away. Kingsman needs you. The whole world needs you. I need you. Eggy, whoever the Harry was that you knew, he's gone, I'm afraid. Goodbye.
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And that deserves a toast. FOX: This is totally unethical, sir. PRESIDENT: Fox, shut up!
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Holy cow. Get this out of here. Go!
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(grunting)
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CHAMP: Hold up. You feeling okay? I'm a little tired, but fine, thanks. Galahad, you ready? CHAMP: Your face... You got... What the fuck? CHAMP: Oh, shit. Head to the sick bay. Have Ginger check you out. (whistles) Hey, give him your glasses. You're in luck, kid. Put 'em on. You get our finest senior agent to join you instead. Right now, he's in our New York office. Galahad, meet Agent Whiskey.