Eggsy:
Okay, so according to her Instagram feed, Charlie's ex-girlfriend is up ahead at the VIP bar. Which one of us is gonna place the tracker?
[Eggsy and Whiskey pass through security]
Whiskey:
I say we both make an approach, whoever gets on best, goes for it.
Eggsy:
Well, it doesn't have to be a competition, bruv. Why don't we just go up to her, shake her hand, pat her on the back, whatever, you know. Job done.
Whiskey:
The hand is not a mucous membrane, Eggsy. Neither is the back. They teach you anything at Kingsman?
Eggsy:
What are you talking about?
Whiskey:
Our trackers are designed to enter the bloodstream. They circulate harmlessly, providing full audio and GPS.
Eggsy:
Mucous membrane. That's like up the nose, isn't it? What the fuck am I gonna do? Stick my finger...
[pause]
Eggsy:
It's not just inside the nose, is it?
Whiskey:
No, Eggsy. It ain't.
Eggsy:
Fuck.
Whiskey:
All right, I'll take the first crack. Watch and learn, buddy.
[Whiskey takes a drink from his belt buckle flask before approaching Clara]
Eggsy:
Good luck.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:48