Galahad Quotes

[Eggsy arrives at the Kingsman conference room]
Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Arthur, Harry's dead.
Arthur: *Galahad* is dead. Hence, we have just drunk a toast to him.
Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Well then you know what that psycho is doing. How many people in the world have got those SIM cards? Valentine can send the signal to any of them,

all of them! If they all go homicidal at the same time, then...
Arthur: Indeed. And thanks to Galahad's recordings, we have Valentine's confession. The intelligence has been passed on to the relevant authorities. Our work is complete. And a most distinguished legacy for our fallen friend it is, too.
Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: And that's it?

Arthur: Come sit down, boy.
[Eggsy sits at Hart's former spot]
Arthur: This... is an 1815 Napoleonic brandy, and we only drink it when we lose a Kingsman. Galahad was very fond of you.
[as Arthur reaches for the decanter, Eggsy notices the scar behind his right ear, indicating that he has a transponder implanted in his head]

Arthur: And on this occasion, I think it is acceptable for us... to bend the rules a little.
[after Arthur pours the brandy into two glasses, Eggsy points at the paintings on the wall]
Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: These are all Kingsmen?
[Arthur turns to look at the paintings]
Arthur: Yes, they're the founder members.

[Arthur turns back toward Eggsy]
Arthur: I want you to join me in a toast. To Galahad.
[Both men toast each other]
Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: To Galahad.
[They drink their brandy]
Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Harry says you don't like to break rules often. Why now?
Arthur: You're very good, Eggsy. Perhaps

I will make you my proposal for Galahad's position, provided of course we can see eye-to-eye on certain political matters.

Bridgekeeper: Stop. Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.
Sir Lancelot: Ask me the questions, bridgekeeper. I am not afraid.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your name?
Sir Lancelot: My name is Sir Lancelot of Camelot.
Bridgekeeper:

What... is your quest?
Sir Lancelot: To seek the Holy Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your favourite colour?
Sir Lancelot: Blue.
Bridgekeeper: Go on. Off you go.
Sir Lancelot: Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.
Sir Robin: That's easy.

Bridgekeeper: Stop. Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.
Sir Robin: Ask me the questions, bridgekeeper. I'm not afraid.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your name?
Sir Robin: Sir Robin of Camelot.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your

quest?
Sir Robin: To seek the Holy Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... is the capital of Assyria?
[pause]
Sir Robin: I don't know that.
[he is thrown over the edge into the volcano]
Sir Robin: Auuuuuuuugh.
Bridgekeeper: Stop. What... is your name?

Galahad: Sir Galahad of Camelot.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest?
Galahad: I seek the Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your favourite colour?
Galahad: Blue. No, yel...
[he is also thrown over the edge]
Galahad: auuuuuuuugh.

Bridgekeeper: Hee hee heh. Stop. What... is your name?
King Arthur: It is 'Arthur', King of the Britons.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest?
King Arthur: To seek the Holy Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
King Arthur:

What do you mean? An African or European swallow?
Bridgekeeper: Huh? I... I don't know that.
[he is thrown over]
Bridgekeeper: Auuuuuuuugh.
Sir Bedevere: How do know so much about swallows?
King Arthur: Well, you have to know these things when you're a king, you know.

Sir Lancelot: [Sir Galahad the Chaste is being seduced by an entire castle full of young women] We were in the nick of time. You were in great peril.
Sir Galahad: I don't think I was.
Sir Lancelot: Yes, you were. You were in terrible peril.
Sir Galahad: Look, let me go back in there and face the peril.

Sir Lancelot: No, it's too perilous.
Sir Galahad: Look, it's my duty as a knight to sample as much peril as I can.
Sir Lancelot: No, we've got to find the Holy Grail. Come on.
Sir Galahad: Oh, let me have just a little bit of peril?
Sir Lancelot: No. It's unhealthy.
Sir

Galahad: I bet you're gay.
Sir Lancelot: Am not.

King Arthur: What happens now?
Sir Bedevere: Well, now, uh, Lancelot, Galahad and I wait until nightfall and then leap out of the rabbit taking the French by surprise. Not only by surprise but totally unarmed!
King Arthur: Who leaps out?
Sir Bedevere: Uh, Lancelot, Galahad, and I... Leap out of the rabbit,

and...
[Lancelot and Arthur put their heads in their hands]
Sir Bedevere: Um, look, if we built this large wooden badger...
[Arthur hits Bedevere on the head]

Sir Galahad the Pure: Look, I can tackle this lot single-handed!
Dingo: Yes! yes! Let him tackle us single-handedly!
Girls of the Castles: Yes! Yes! Let him tackle us single-handedly!
Sir Launcelot the Brave: Come, Sir Galahad, quickly!
Sir Galahad the Pure: No, really, honestly, I can cope. I can

handle this lot easily!
Dingo: Oh, yes! Yes! Let him handle us easily.
Girls of the Castles: Let him handle us easily!
Sir Launcelot the Brave: No sir. Quick!
Sir Galahad the Pure: No, please. Please! I can defeat them! There's only a hundred and fifty of them.
Dingo: Yes! Yes! He'll beat us

easily. We haven't a chance!
Dingo, Girls of the Castles: We haven't a chance! We haven't a chance!
Dingo: [Sir Launcelot and Sir Galahad depart] Oh! Oh shit!

[Eggsy enters the Kingsman briefing room]
Arthur: Ah, Galahad! You're late. We were wondering if you'd had a second encounter with Charlie.
Eggsy: I wish. I'm looking forward to finishing him off.
[Eggsy sits down and puts on his glasses to greet the holographic projections of the other agents]
Eggsy: All right, gents.

[Merlin enters the room]
Arthur: Merlin, come in. Galahad and Lancelot, please remain for Merlin's debrief. Everyone else, reconvene at 1900 hours.
[the other agents sign off as Merlin activates the main screen]
Merlin: So, the man who attacked Galahad in the taxi was Charlie Hesketh, rejected Kingsman applicant turned bad. We last saw

him back at Richmond Valentine's HQ.
[Merlin plays the security footage of Eggsy knocking out Charlie]
Merlin: Like everyone else there, Charlie had a security implant in his neck. A weakness we had no choice but to exploit.
[security footage shows the heads of Valentne's guests exploding]
Eggsy: [recalling Merlin's words] Hey Merlin.

Still fucking spectacular, eh?
[pause]
Eggsy: Come on, guys. Loosen up. We saved the world.
Merlin: Yeah. Unfortunately, Galahad, you also saved Charlie. When you electrocuted him, you damaged his implant. Instead of his head exploding, he only lost an arm and his vocal chords.
Eggsy: Fucker should be thanking me.

Arthur: And now he's back for revenge?
Merlin: We don't think so, sir. We believe he's being recruited by an unknown organization. Lancelot?
Roxy: Got the police autopsy reports from Charlie's colleagues in the SUVs. They're not just goons for hire. Fingerprints removed. Teeth filed smooth. I did a face recognition. Nothing.

Arthur: And that thing?
Roxy: A cosmetic tattoo made of 24-karat gold. They all had them. Seems like we're looking at some kind of underworld organization.

Champ: At what point are you going to start behaving like a Statesman, Tequila? You wanna go back to being a rodeo clown?
Tequila: No, sir. I apologize, sir.
[Champagne turns around towards Eggsy]
Champ: I'm Champagne. But anyone who knows what's good for him...
[throws hat at champagne bottle]

Champ: ... calls me Champ. Sorry for your troubles. As your American cousins, I'm placing all of Statesman's considerably larger resources at your disposal.
[Champ points at Statesman's stock market numbers]
Champ: Can you imagine us in the clothing business?
[Champ chuckles as he looks at the trophies by the window and sits down]

Champ: Now, how can I help you?
Eggsy: First of all, I've got to thank you for saving Agent Galahad.
Champ: Wait. You said that you were Agent Galahad.
Tequila: Oh, no, he's talking about the butterfly guy. That used to be his handle.
Champ: Oh.
Eggsy: Galahad

always said, 'You've got to look at the bigger picture. Ask why as well as who.' So if someone wanted to take out Kingsman, then they've got to be planning something major.
Champ: So what do you know?
Eggsy: They're a drug cartel, we think. The name Golden Circle keeps coming up.
Champ: Mmm. We'll look into them. What else?

Eggsy: One of our former trainees is working with them. Charlie Hesketh. Total prick.
Champ: You got any promising leads on him?
Eggsy: His ex-girlfriend. I've been tracking her through social media. We believe she's still in contact with him. And she's going to Glastonbury Music Festival.
Champ: Oh,

good. Agent Tequila, break out your dancing shoes. You have a new mission.
Tequila: Yes, sir.
[Champ suddenly notices a blue rash on Tequila's neck and face]
Champ: Hold up. You feeling okay?
Tequila: I'm a little tired, but fine, thanks. Galahad, you ready?
Champ: Your face... You got...

[Tequila looks through the reflection on his steel glass]
Tequila: What the fuck?
Champ: Oh, shit. Head to the sick bay. Have Ginger check you out.
[Tequila walks to the door]
Champ: [whistles] Hey, give him your glasses.
[Tequila throws his glasses to Eggsy]
Champ: You're in luck, kid.

Put them on. You get our finest senior agent to join you instead. Right now, he's in our New York office. Galahad, meet Agent Whiskey.
[Eggsy puts on the glasses and sees a hologram of Agent Whiskey]
Whiskey: Kid, looks like we're hookin' up with a chick at a rock concert. My favorite kind of mission. I'm sending my jet to pick you up.

Champ: In honor of this historic occasion, we have purchased... a distillery in Scotland. This shows the world that Kingsman is now joining the liquor business.
[Champ pours Kingsman scotch in a glass for Tequila]
Champ: Before we were cousins. Now we're brothers, working side-by-side.
[pouring himself some scotch]

Champ: All our resources are now yours. You can rebuild
Tequila: Yeah, y'all shitting in high cotton now.
Champ: Agent Tequila, this is a formal occasion. Where's your tie and jacket?
Tequila: Sorry, sir.
Champ: Maybe the Kingsman boys can dress you properly.
[Champ raises his

glass to Harry and Eggsy]
Champ: To our union.
[Tequila and the holographic projections of the other Statesman agents raise their glasses]
Champ: Final order of business. We would be honored if one of you would be our new Agent Whiskey.
Tequila: Yeah, this, uh, two Galahad thing is just, just fucking confusing.

Eggsy: Well, I...
Harry Hart: Well, I'm very honored.
Ginger: Champ? I'd like to throw my hat in the ring.
[Champ knocks on the table]
Champ: All right. Statesman, the vote.
[All Statesman agents raise their glasses]
Champ: Looks like she's in. Have a seat.
[Eggsy

pulls a chair for Ginger]
Champ: To Agent Whiskey!