Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What the fuck is he doing? I can't stop this.
Do I look like I give a fuck? Just get it done
Fuck. Merlin!
But why the fuck did you choose me as the gimp?
the person on their right grabs them.
Rufus, Eggy.
As in, locked up.
As some of you will have learned last night...
Your mission is to land in the target without the radar detecting you.
Hello.
One of my satellites just went down, but it's right next to one of yours.
Roxanne. But call me Roxy.
And the Kingsman agents are the new knights.
But I would.
But that's not yours.
We need to speed things up.
Those balloons won't last much longer.
Seriously, it's fine.
Got all of us involved in the conversation
Seoul, Caracas, Mumbai!
Eggsy, straight ahead, then right.
For God's sakes, just rip it off.
Call my mum.
Everybody listen, I've got a plan!
What are you doing?
Anybody willing to donate that much...
The host kills the virus, or the virus kills the host.
From now on...
on getting you somewhere I can ensure your safety.
The intelligence has been passed on to the relevant authorities.
And thank you for such a happy meal.
With respect, Arthur, you're a snob.
But what's curious, is he's not actually missing.
If I do, will you give me a kiss?
A cull is our only hope.
Great. You don't know, the CIA don't know.
It's okay, Lancelot. Put it down.
Where are you going?
that's what it is.
This is November-2-4-7-Charlie-Kilo. ..
We're gonna take out one of Valentine's satellites.
Hi, Eggsy.
I always felt the old Bond films were only as good as the villain.
You have 30 seconds. Come on now, hurry.
You're very good, Eggsy.
Well done, Rox. Good girl.
The answer is no! Absolutely not!
And thank you for such a happy meal.
who wants to do something good with his life.
A simple switch will do.
This is one guy.
Can't you see that everything I've done has been about trying to repay him?
that triggers the centers of aggression...
Being a gentleman has nothing to do with the circumstances of one's birth.
Good.
You are about to embark...
Galahad, can you hear me?
Thank you.
No, I'm just saying the champagne tastes rank.
And yet, there are those who doubt this is the wrath of God.
Fuck!
No!
but you needn't stay on it.
Okay, Eggsy.
Son of a bitch.
As long as you agree to all my terms.
I'm still listening.
Is he dead?
Would you like a lift home?
Not yet.
the day after I defused a dirty bomb in Paris.
I'm sure you understand that.
Indeed, and thanks to Galahad's recordings...
and have a lovely afternoon, madam.
- Hope you're hungry. - I'm famished.
Oh!
I don't want your help!
Fall in.
This party starts tomorrow.
A pug?
Oh, shit. Sound the alarm!
I've done it before, which is probably why, come to think of it.
Your Name
By the time I count to ten...
Money won't solve this.
Oh, no!
Shit!
Tell her to lock herself away from Dean.
The old Bond movies. Oh, man!
Mugsy, so you're back.
What have I said to you about speaking to Dean like that?
17 years and still...
Now, the first thing every gentleman needs is a good suit.
A Hundred percent.
Lethal.
Well, it's coated in one of the fastest acting neurotoxins known to man...
Maybe I don't give a fuck if I get kicked out!
Am I meant to find that reassuring?
Decision made.... ....it’s definitely St. Andrews!
We're gonna break the chain, stop the signal.
- What, no parachute? - Shit!
- Get me out of here! - Thank you, Charlie.
And if we was born with the same silver spoon up our arses...
Customer Complaints, how may I help you?
Fuck!
Eggsy, well done for spotting that was a two-way mirror.
Can't you see that everything I've done has been about trying to repay him?
Bingo?
So, everyone's been affected, whether they have a SIM card or not.
Judging people like me from your ivory towers...
Eggsy, I need to have a private conversation.
You all forgot the most important thing...
You shot your dog and had it stuffed?
105.
New target, 800 meters.
man.
I do mean in the biblical sense.
Drop zone coming up, 20 seconds.
Or even something stronger.
Didn't want me being cannon fodder for snobs like you.
Follow me.
Or have you got him stuffed here and all?
You think I've got anything to lose?
- Give his real name, Chester King. - What about you?
And what about them? What makes them so special?
operating at the highest level of discretion.
- It's an acquired taste, mate. - I think it's just cheap.
At least untie me.
Where did they dig you up?
Do you have any luggage?
Gin, not vodka, obviously.
It's like those old movies we both love.
You don't know fuck all about my grades.
Those idiots who call themselves politicians...