Kingsman: The Secret Service


 * Lancelot': I suppose asking to borrow a cup of sugar is a step too far. [as the thug goes to shoot him he quickly gets his gun out and shoots the thug he then proceeds to fight and kill the rest of the thugs] Professor Arnold, I’m here to take you home. [the thug that was fetching the whiskey enters with the tray in his hand when Lancelot quickly shoots him, then takes the glass of whiskey off the tray and sniffs it] Mm. 1962 Dalmore . It’d be a sin to spill any. Don’t you think? [he takes a sip when suddenly there’s a knock at the door, as Lancelot goes to answer it he’s suddenly cut down the middle by a woman with bladed prosthetic legs named Gazelle ]