Gazelle Quotes

Valentine: So you want to donate to my foundation. You are aware that I wound things down in that area, right?
Harry Hart: Climate change is a threat which affects us all, Mr. Valentine. And you're one of the few powerful men who seems to share my concerns.
Valentine: I stepped things down because I wasn't getting anywhere. Every bit

of research kept pointing to the same thing.
Harry Hart: The carbon emissions are a red herring, and we are past the point of no return, no matter what remedial actions we take.
Valentine: Uh-huh. You know your shit.
Harry Hart: I sometimes envy the blissful ignorance of those less well-versed in their... 'shit'. As Professor

Arnold always said: 'Humankind is the only virus cursed to live with the horrifying knowledge of its host's fragile mortality.'
[Surprised look by Valentine]
Valentine: There are not a lot of people who knew about him.
[Short pause]
Valentine: Do you like spy movies, Mr. DeVere?
[Hart notices Gazelle sitting behind him, pointing

one of her bladed legs toward him]
Harry Hart: Nowadays, they're all a little serious for my taste. But the old ones... marvelous. Give me a far-fetched theatrical plot any day.
Valentine: The old Bond movies. Oh, man. Ah, when I was a kid, that was my dream job: gentleman spy.
Harry Hart: I always felt that the old Bond films

were only as good as the villain. As a child, I rather fancied a future as a colorful megalomaniac.
Valentine: What a shame we both had to grow up.
[Valentine smiles]
Valentine: Bon appetit.
[Valentine and Hart toast with their burgers]

Kingsman Tailor: Perfect timing. Gentleman's just finished.
[Valentine and Gazelle step out of Fitting Room 1]
Valentine: Mr. DeVere. What a coincidence. You are totally the reason I'm here. When you left my house, I was thirsting for that dope-ass smoking jacket you had on. And since I'm going to Royal Ascot, apparently you need one of these penguin

suits. Here I am. What are you doing here?
[Valentine shakes hands with Eggsy]
Valentine: What's up, man? Richmond Valentine.
Harry Hart: This is my new valet. I was just introducing him to my tailor.
Valentine: Another coincidence. So am I.
Harry Hart: Did you have any chance to think further on

my proposal?
Valentine: Most definitely. My people will be getting in touch with you very soon. I guarantee it.
Harry Hart: A word of advice: Ascot requires top hat. I might suggest Lock & Co. Hatters, St. James.
Valentine: 'Lox', as in smoked fish?
Harry Hart: As in 'locked up'.

Valentine: Oh. I have trouble understanding you people sometimes. You all talk so funny.

Gazelle: [Bogo is in his office, using the Dancing with Gazelle app] Wow, you are one hot dancer, Chief Bogo.
Clawhauser: [Clawhauser storms in] Chief Bogo!
Chief Bogo: Not now!
Clawhauser: Wait, is that Gazelle?
Chief Bogo: [dismissing] No!
Gazelle: [from the

app] I'm Gazelle, and you are one hot dancer.
Clawhauser: You have the app too?
[excited]
Clawhauser: Aww, Chief!
Chief Bogo: Clawhauser! Can't you see I'm working on the missing mammal cases?
Clawhauser: Oh, oh, oh, yes, of course, about that sir. Officer Hopps just called - she found all of

them.
Gazelle: Wow, I'm impressed!

Clawhauser: [while Judy is trying to radio for reinforcements to the ZPD, Clawhauser is showing his Dancing with Gazelle app to a wolf convict] Are you familiar with Gazelle, greatest singer of our lifetime, angel with horns? Huh. Okay, hold on, keep watching.
[shows his phone with a tiger dancer with Clawhauser's face]
Clawhauser: Who's that beside

her? Who is it?
Gazelle: [from the app] Wow, you are one hot dancer, Benjamin Clawhauser.
Clawhauser: [laughs] It's me!
[chuckles again]
Clawhauser: Do you think it was real? It looks so real! It's not, it's just a new app.
[Turns to his radio]
Clawhauser: Hold on a second.

A.J.: If you had like little animal cracker Discovery Channel thing watch the gazelle as he graze's through the open plains, and now look as the cheetah approachs. Watch as he stalks his prey. Now the gazelle has looked spooked and he could head north, to the mountainous peeks above, or he could go south. The gazelle now faces man's most perilous question, north... Or south...