Just know that having something to lose is what makes life worth living.
LifeKingsman - The Golden Circle, by Harry HartLet's end this as gentlemen. After all, manners maketh man.
GentlemanKingsman - The King's Man, by ShepherdLook, for the last time: We have nothing to protect but our honor. So you can take your cheap horse piss that you call "whiskey" which, by the way, is spelled without an "e" and is nothing compared to a Single Malt Scotch and you can go fk yourself.
WhiskeyKingsman - The Golden Circle, by MerlinManners maketh man. Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you a lesson!
Kingsman - The Secret Service, by Harry HartA suit is the modern gentleman's armour. And the Kingsman agents are the new knights.
GentlemanKingsman - The Secret Service, by Harry HartKingsman, world's finest tailor. But now we're going into the spy business.
Kingsman - The King's Man, by Duke of OxfordBent double,
like old beggars under sacks.
Knock-kneed,
coughing like hags,
we cursed through sludge.
Till on the haunting flare,
we turned our backs.
And towards our distant rest,
began to trudge.
Men marched asleep.
Many had lost their boots,
but limped on,
blood-shod.
All went lame,
all blind.
Drunk with fatigue,
deaf even to the hoots,
of tired outstripped,
five-nines,
that dropped behind.
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If in some smothering dreams,
you too could pace,
behind the wagon,
that we flung him in.
And watch the white eyes,
writhing in his face.
His hanging face,
like a devil's sick of sin.
If you could hear at every jolt,
the blood,
come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
obscene as cancer,
bitter as the cud,
of vile,
incurable sores,
on innocent tongues.
My friend,
you would not tell,
with such high zest to children ardent for,
some desperate glory.
The old Lie:
Dulce et decorum est.
Pro patria mori.
It is sweet and proper,
to die for one's country.
Conrad Oxford: "What is it that you Russians do that an Englishman can enjoy?"
Grigori Rasputin: "Well, everything. Food, music, ballet, tobacco, art. But most of all, we like to f-ck like tigers."
Your excessive need to protect me will not redeem your failure to protect mother.
Kingsman - The King's Man, by Conrad OxfordOur enemies think we are gentlemen, but reputation is what people think of you. Character is what you are.
Kingsman - The King's Man, by Duke of OxfordPolly: "Did you forget your manners?"
Duke of Oxford: "Guilty as charged."
Valentine: "Is he dead?"
Gazelle: "That tends to happen when you shoot someone in the head."
Throughout time, our people robbed, lied, and killed. Until one day, we found ourselves noblemen. But that nobility never came from chivalry. It came from being tough and ruthless.
Kingsman - The King's Man, by Duke of OxfordListen, boys. I've had a rather emotional day, so whatever your beef with Eggsy is - and I'm sure it's well founded - I'd appreciate it enormously if you could just leave us in peace, until I can finish this lovely pint of Guinness.
Kingsman - The Secret Service, by Harry HartValentine: "You know what this is like? It's like those old movies we both love. Now, I'm going to tell you my whole plan, and then I'm going to come up with some absurd and convoluted way to kill you, and you'll find an equally convoluted way to escape."
Harry Hart: "Sounds good to me."
Valentine: "Well, this ain't that kind of movie."
I always felt that the old Bond films were only as good as the villain. As a child, I rather fancied a future as a colorful megalomaniac.
Kingsman - The Secret Service, by Harry HartMankind is the virus, and I'm the cure.
Kingsman - The Secret Service, by Richmond ValentineBecause my mum went mental, banging on about losing me as well as my dad. Then we wouldn't be cannon fodder for snobs like you, judging people like me from your ivory towers with no thought about why we do what we do. We ain't got much choice, you get me? And if we was born with the same silver spoon up our arses, we'd do just as well as you, if not better.
Kingsman - The Secret Service, by Gary 'Eggsy' UnwinThe world is changing. There's a reason why aristocrats develop weak chins.
Kingsman - The Secret Service, by Harry HartGazelle: "Looks like a lot of people are going to die."
Valentine: "Do I look like I give a f-ck?"