Oh, God, Aldo, don't... I am too tired to fend off your groping. (WITH BRITISH ACCENT) Please. I understand completely. Look, my real name is Albert... Ml6. Look, I'm sorry if my disguise was a bit much. I just like to really get into character. Although I fear I may have become overexcited at certain points. Little bit. By way of apology... should your work ever bring you to London... I would love to take you for dinner. Okay. Yeah, I think that would be nice. Wonderful.
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NANCY: That looks high-tech.
Spy
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I think we should land.
Spy
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I dropped a nuke in the water.
Spy
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(WITH BRITISH ACCENT) No, I'm only joking.
Spy
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(GROANING)
Spy
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Oh, God, not on him. Not on him!
Spy
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FINE: Coop.
Spy
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Okay.
Spy
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They would never let me be a spy. I can't even dress like a spy.
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Oh, my God. Out in the field. Yeah. With a gun! What?
Spy
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Come here. Close. (SILVERWARE CLATTERING)
Spy
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I think you're getting pinkeye. What? No. Right there. No, that's not... Did you wipe your eye after you cleaned out the cat box? I don't have cats.