That one is sour!

[Hart and Eggsy approach the dressing room mirror]

Harry Hart: What do you see?

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Someone who wants to know what the fuck is going on.

Harry Hart: I see a young man with potential. A young man who is loyal. Who can do as he is asked, and who wants to do something good with his life. Did you see the film 'Trading Places'?

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: No.

Harry Hart: How about 'Nikita'?

[Eggsy shakes his head]

Harry Hart: 'Pretty Woman'?

[Confused look on Eggsy's face]

Harry Hart: Now, my point is that the lack of a silver spoon has set you on a certain path that you needn't stay on. If you're prepared to adapt and learn, you can transform.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Yeah, like in 'My Fair Lady'.

Harry Hart: You're full of surprises. Yes, like in 'My Fair Lady'. And in this case, I'm offering you the opportunity to become a Kingsman.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: A tailor?

Harry Hart: A Kingsman agent.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Like a spy.

Harry Hart: Of sorts. Interested?

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: You think I've got anything to lose?

[Hart places his hand on the mirror, which activates the elevator taking them to the secret tunnel]

Harry Hart: Since 1849, Kingsman Tailors have clothed the world's most powerful individuals. In 1919, a great number of them had lost their heirs to World War I. That meant a lot of money going uninherited. And a lot of powerful men with the desire to preserve peace and protect life. Our founders realized that they could channel that wealth and influence for the greater good. And so began our adventure. An independent international intelligence agency operating at the highest level of discretion. Without the politics and bureaucracy that undermine the intelligence of government-run spy organisations. A suit is the modern gentleman's armour. And the Kingsman agents are the new knights.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: How deep does this fucking thing go?

Harry Hart: Deep enough.

[Hart and Eggsy enter Fitting Room 3]

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: So we going up or down?

Harry Hart: Neither.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Is this it?

Harry Hart: Of course not. Pull the hook on the left.

[Eggsy pulls down the left hanger, revealing a secret armoury behind the room]

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Ah, yes. Very very nice.

Harry Hart: You're going to need a pair of shoes to go with your suit. An Oxford is any formal shoe with open lacing. This additional decorative piece is called "broguing".

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: [now understanding his password] "Oxfords, not Brogues".

Harry Hart: Words to live by, Eggsy. Words to live by. Try a pair.

[Eggsy sits down to put on the shoes]

Harry Hart: Your weapon scores are excellent, by the way.

[Eggsy gives a click-wink]

Harry Hart: [Pointing at the umbrellas] These, you're familiar with. And this is our standard issue pistol. It's quite unique. As you all see it, it also fires a shotgun cartridge for use in messy close-range situations. How do they feel?

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Yeah, good.

Harry Hart: Now do your very best impersonation of a German aristocrat's formal greeting.

[Eggsy gets up, does a finger mustache with his left hand and the Nazi salute with his right]

Harry Hart: No, Eggsy.

[Hart clicks his heels and a blade pops out of his right shoe]

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: That is sick.

[Eggsy clicks his heels to engage his shoe blade]

Harry Hart: In the old days, they had a phone in the heel as well.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: How do I get it back in?

Harry Hart: It is coated with one of the fastest-acting neurotoxins known to man, so, very carefully.

[Hart pushes the blade against the wall to retract it. Eggsy does the same]