Kingsman: The Golden Circle Quote
Eggsy: Now we've finished the debrief, Harry, here's a couple of welcome back gifts. First up, a brand new Kingsman watch. Advanced software, it can hack into anything with a microchip. It is the bollocks. And, Merlin.
Merlin: I made you these. [Merlin hands Harry an eyeglass case. Harry opens it]
Harry Hart: A-ha. [Harry removes his eyepatch and puts on the new glasses]
Harry Hart: Thank you, Merlin, Eggsy. How do I look?
Merlin: You look...
Very Drunk Redneck: Like some faggot lookin' for an eye fuckin'. Now, why don't you get out of our bar before I take out your other one?
Whiskey: Now, is that any way to welcome a visitor from out of town, moonshine?
Very Drunk Redneck: Okay. Suck my southern dick, bitch.
Harry Hart: Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary. [gets up]
Harry Hart: Good day, sir. [Harry walks towards the exit]
Very Drunk Redneck: Well, what are you ladies waiting for?
Harry Hart: [locking the front door]Manners... maketh... man. Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you a lesson. [Harry slings a beer mug with his umbrella towards the redneck, but misses and Whiskey catches it. He approaches the redneck and his gang, but butterfly hallucinations surround his vision]
Harry Hart: Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to... [another redneck punches him from the left. Harry struggles to fight with the gang until Whiskey lassos him out of the way]
Whiskey: Well, pick him up. Now that is not what I call a Kentucky welcome. Manners... maketh... man. Let me translate that for you. [Whiskey begins to rough up the rednecks with his lasso]
Harry Hart: What's wrong with me, Merlin? I thought you fixed me.
Merlin: Well, we rebuilt your neural pathways, but it'll take time to get y
Merlin: I made you these. [Merlin hands Harry an eyeglass case. Harry opens it]
Harry Hart: A-ha. [Harry removes his eyepatch and puts on the new glasses]
Harry Hart: Thank you, Merlin, Eggsy. How do I look?
Merlin: You look...
Very Drunk Redneck: Like some faggot lookin' for an eye fuckin'. Now, why don't you get out of our bar before I take out your other one?
Whiskey: Now, is that any way to welcome a visitor from out of town, moonshine?
Very Drunk Redneck: Okay. Suck my southern dick, bitch.
Harry Hart: Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary. [gets up]
Harry Hart: Good day, sir. [Harry walks towards the exit]
Very Drunk Redneck: Well, what are you ladies waiting for?
Harry Hart: [locking the front door]Manners... maketh... man. Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you a lesson. [Harry slings a beer mug with his umbrella towards the redneck, but misses and Whiskey catches it. He approaches the redneck and his gang, but butterfly hallucinations surround his vision]
Harry Hart: Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to... [another redneck punches him from the left. Harry struggles to fight with the gang until Whiskey lassos him out of the way]
Whiskey: Well, pick him up. Now that is not what I call a Kentucky welcome. Manners... maketh... man. Let me translate that for you. [Whiskey begins to rough up the rednecks with his lasso]
Harry Hart: What's wrong with me, Merlin? I thought you fixed me.
Merlin: Well, we rebuilt your neural pathways, but it'll take time to get y
Movie: Kingsman: The Golden Circle
