Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017)
Elton John: Now go on and save the world.
Harry Hart: If I save the world, will you get me two tickets to your next concert?
Elton John: Darling, if you save the world, I'll get you a backstage pass.
Whiskey: Manners... maketh... man. Let me translate that for you.
Thug: Sir Elton, you need to come with us.
Elton John: Is it a rescue mission?
Thug: I think so.
[Elton starts playing his piano]
Elton John: [singing] Wednesday! Wednesday! Wednesday!
Thug: Isn't it supposed to be Saturday?
Elton John: What day is it today?
Elton John: Exactly!
[Elton slams thug into his piano]
Poppy: My name is Poppy Adams, CEO of the Golden Circle. We engage in an aggressive business strategy, invest in the latest technology and take strict, disciplinary action. I'm speaking to you today because our world leaders have let us all down, so we are coming out of the shadows and taking over. And to make sure no one gets in our way... Kingsman is crumpets!
Eggsy: We're from the Kingsman tailor shop in London, maybe you've heard of us.
Tequila: Oh, the Kingsman? Huh. That's where you got all them fine suits and them fancy spectacles you got on.
Eggsy: That's right.
Tequila: Y'all look damn sharp. Let me see if I got it right here, you want me to believe that it's normal for a tailor to hack into an advanced biometric security system with nothing but... that little bitty watch you got on?
[Silence, Tequila cocks his rifle]
Tequila: I can promise you, that dog don't hunt. So why don't you just get down on your knees and tell me who you really work for?
[Harry and Eggsy look at the mirror]
Harry Hart: What do you see?
Eggsy: Someone who can't believe what the fuck is going on.
[Harry and Eggsy shove Whisky in the meat grinder, turning him into ground beef]
Eggsy: Put Alpha Gel on that... dickhead.
Tequila: You know, my momma... she always told me, 'Us Southerners get our good manners from the British.' So I was thinkin'... ain't that a pity? Y'all ain't keepin' up on yourself. Y'all ain't ever heard of knockin' before you enter?
Eggsy: Oh, I, actually... we had an invitation, didn't we?
Tequila: Oh, did you now?
Eggsy: Yeah, it came in the shape of a bottle? We're from the Kingsman tailor shop in London. Maybe you've heard of us.
Tequila: Oh, the Kingsman.
Tequila: Huh. That's where you all got them fine suits and them fancy spectacles you got on.
Eggsy: That's right.
Tequila: Cut the damn charm. Let me see if I got it right here. You want me to believe that it's normal for a tailor... to hack into an advanced biometric security system with nothin' but a little bitty ol' watch on?
[pause, then Tequila points his shotgun]
Tequila: I can promise you, though. That dog don't hunt. Would you go on down to your knees and tell me who you're really workin' for?
[pause, then Merlin lets go of the hole he made on the whiskey cask. Tequila spits his chewing tobacco to seal the whole]
Tequila: That's 1963 Statesman Reserve. You've just made it personal.
[Tequila attacks Eggsy and Merlin. He knocks out Merlin and programs Eggsy's dart watch on him]
Eggsy: Who the fuck are you?
[Eggsy falls unconscious from the tranquilizer dart]