Alex Nikolov

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: So before you was a tailor, was you in the Army? Like an officer?

Harry Hart: Not quite.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: So where was you posted - Iraq or something?

Harry Hart: Sorry, Eggsy. Classified.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: But my dad saved your life, yeah?

Harry Hart: The day your father died, I missed something. And if it weren't for his courage, my mistake would have cost the lives of every man present. So I owe him. Your father was a brave man. A good man. And having read your files, I'd think he'd be bitterly disappointed in the choices you've made.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: You can't talk to me like that.

Harry Hart: Huge I.Q., great performance in primary school. And it all went tits up. Drugs, petty crime, never had a job.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Do you think there's a lot of jobs going around here, yeah?

Harry Hart: Doesn't explain why you gave up your hobbies. First prize, regional under tens' gymnastics, two years in a row. Your coach had you pegged as Olympic team material.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Yeah, well, when you grow up around someone like my stepdad, you pick up new hobbies pretty quick.

Harry Hart: Now of course. Always someone else's fault. Who's to blame you for quitting the Marines? You were halfway through training, doing brilliantly, but you gave up.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Because my mum went mental, banging on about losing me as well as my dad. Then we wouldn't be cannon fodder for snobs like you, judging people like me from your ivory towers with no thought about why we do what we do. We ain't got much choice, you get me? And if we was born with the same silver spoon up our arses, we'd do just as well as you, if not better.

Harry Hart: [Grabs a fountain pen from the wall] Now, I've had a lot of fun with this. One of our finest examples of chemical engineering. Poison. Harmless when ingested. But at a time, convenient to you...

[Pulls pen clip outward]

Harry Hart: It can be remotely activated. Primed.

[Pushes clip back]

Harry Hart: Lethal.

[Eggsy looks at the gold cigarette lighters on the wall]

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: And what about these? What do these do? Electrocute you?

Harry Hart: Don't be ridiculous. It's a hand grenade.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Shut up.

Harry Hart: If you want to electrocute someone, you'll need a signet ring.

[Grabs a ring from the wall]

Harry Hart: A gentleman traditionally wears the signet on his left hand, but a Kingsman wears it on whatever hand happens to be dominant. If you touch the contact behind the ring, it delivers 50,000 volts.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: [Pointing at the smartphones and tablets on the opposite wall] And what about them? What makes them so special?

[Eggsy grabs a lighter while Hart is not looking]

Harry Hart: Nothing. That technology is caught up with the spy world.

[Hart and Eggsy head back to the main lobby]

Harry Hart: Put it back, Eggsy.

[Eggsy puts the lighter back]