The Best Harry Hart Quotes

[from trailer]
Harry: [Quoting William Horman] "Manners maketh man." Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you a lesson.

Harry: I very much regret that your husband's bravery can't be publicly celebrated. I hope you understand that.
Michelle: How can I understand, if you won't tell me anything? I didn't even know he wasn't with his squad.
Harry: I'm so sorry I can't say more. I would like to present to you this medal of valour. If you look closely on the back, there's a number. And as a more concrete gesture of gratitude, we'd like to offer you a... Let's call it a favour. The nature of it is your choice. Just tell the operator: 'Oxfords, not Brogues.' And then they'll know it's you.
Michelle: I don't want your help!
[Pushing away the medal]
Michelle: I want my husband back!
[Sobs]
Michelle: [Hart walks away and approaches little Eggsy, who is playing with a snow globe]
Harry: What's your name, young man.
Little: Eggsy.
Harry: Hello, Eggsy. Can I see that?
[Eggsy gives Hart the snow globe. Hart gives Eggsy the medal]
Harry: You take care of this, Eggsy. Alright?
[Eggsy nods]
Harry: And take care of your mum, too.

Harry: [to bigoted church lady] I'm a Catholic whore, currently enjoying congress out of wedlock with my black Jewish boyfriend who works at a military abortion clinic. So, hail Satan, and have a lovely afternoon, madam.

Harry: The suit is the modern gentleman's armour. The Kingsmen are the new knights.
Gary: How deep does this fuckin' elevator go?
Harry: Deep enough.

Arthur: It's all yours. And don't forget your membership proposal. Try picking a more suitable candidate this time.
Harry: Seventeen years and still evolving with the times remains an entirely foreign concept to you. You don't remind me that I wouldn't be here if it weren't for that young man. He was as much Kingsman material as any of them. More so.
Arthur: But he wasn't exactly one of us, was he? Let's face it, Galahad. Your little experiment failed.
Harry: [Gets up and prepares to leave the room] With respect, Arthur, you're a snob.
Arthur: With respect?
Harry: The world is changing. There's a reason why aristocrats develop weak chins.

[Hart arrives at Valentine's home. Valentine opens the door]
Valentine: Mr. DeVere. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Harry: I'm awfully sorry. I seem to have my dates muddled up.
Valentine: Oh, no no no. I cancelled the gala because of you. Anybody willing to donate that much deserves a private dinner. Come in.
Harry: Thank you.
Valentine: Gotta admit, I was really intrigued to meet you. There aren't many billionaires I don't know.
Harry: I don't doubt it.
Valentine: Obviously, I've had my people looking into your... affairs and that's some pretty old money you're from. How'd your folks make it?
Harry: Property, mostly. Property in the markets. Nothing personal, if that's your concern.
Valentine: Look, I'm just in to find out what kind of person you are. I'm sure you understand that.
Harry: I most certainly do.
Valentine: Hope you're hungry.
Harry: I'm famished.
Valentine: Good. Grab a seat.
[Gazelle brings in a silver food cart. Suspenseful music plays in the background as she places it between Hart and Valentine until she opens it, revealing McDonald's food]
Harry: I'll have the Big Mac, please.
Valentine: Great choice. But nothing beats two cheeseburgers with secret sauce. Goes great with this '45 Lafitte.
Harry: A classic pairing. And may I suggest Twinkies and a 1937 Chateau d'Yquem for pudding?
Valentine: I like it.

[Lee Unwin prevents a captive terrorist from killing his comrades with a suicide bomb by jumping over him before the explosion. Hart removes his mask]
Harry: Shit. Fucking missed it. How did I fucking miss it? Merlin.
[Merlin removes his mask]
Harry: I apologise for putting you in this position. You trained him well.
Merlin: James
[James removes his mask]
Merlin: Your training... is over.
Harry: Welcome to Kingsman, Lancelot.
Lancelot: Sir.
Harry: [Looking at Unwin's body] I'll deal with this mess... personally.

Harry: [locking the doors] "Manners - maketh - man."
[continuing to intimidate gang members]
Harry: Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you a lesson.

[At Hart's home, Eggsy looks at the various front pages of The Sun on the wall]
Gary: 'To Pee or Not to Pee?'
Harry: That was the headline the day after I defused a dirty bomb in Paris.
Gary: 'Germany: 1, England: 5'
Harry: Missed that game. I was breaking up an undercover spy ring at the Pentagon.
[Eggsy looks at the other headlines, then points at the Prince Charles and Princess Diana wedding issue]
Harry: My first mission. Foiled the assassination of Margaret Thatcher.
Gary: Not everybody had thanked you for that one.
Harry: The point is, Eggsy, nobody thanked me for any of them. Front page news and all these occasions are celebrity nonsense. Because it's the nature of Kingsman that our achievements remain secret. A gentleman's name should appear in the newspaper only three times: When he's born, when he marries, and when he dies. And we are, first and foremost, gentlemen.
Gary: That's me fucked, then. It's like Charlie said: I'm just a pleb.
Harry: Nonsense. Being a gentleman has nothing to do with the circumstances of one's birth. Being a gentleman is something one learns.
Gary: Yeah, but how?
Harry: Alright, first lesson. You should have asked me before you took your seat. Second lesson: How to make a proper Martini.
Gary: Yes, Harry.

Harry: [to confused gang members] Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?

[Eggsy and JB enter Hart's hospital room]
Harry: Ever heard of knocking?
Gary: Only when I'm casing a place to rob. Merlin said you wanted to see me.
[JB barks at Hart]
Harry: I hope JB's training is going as well as yours is.
Gary: Sit.
[JB sits]
Harry: Congratulations on making it to the final six candidates. Your test results were even better than I could've hoped.
[Knock on the door]
Harry: Come in.
[Merlin enters the room]
Merlin: Ah. Eggsy, I need to have a private conversation. You're dismissed.
Harry: Nonsense. Let him observe. He might learn a thing or two.
Merlin: As you wish. Take a look at this.
[Merlin plays the video recording of Professor Arnold's head exploding]
Gary: Fucking hell! That's just rank, Harry. You blew up his head. It's a bit much, ain't it?
Merlin: Actually, the explosion was caused by an implant in his neck. Here, under that scar.
Harry: Did my hardware pick up the signal that triggered it?
Merlin: Fortunately, yes. Unfortunately, the IP address it traced it to is registered to the Valentine Corporation.
Harry: That's not much of a lead. They have millions of employees worldwide.
Gary: That Richmond Valentine's a genius.
[Surprised look by Hart and Merlin]
Gary: Did you not see his announcement today?
[Eggsy grabs Merlin's clipboard and sets the TV to Valentine's speech]

Harry: What did you do to me? I had no control. I killed all those people.
[Valentine nods his head in agreement]
Harry: I wanted to.
Valentine: Clever, isn't it? In simple terms, it's a neurological wave that triggers the centers of aggression and switches off inhibitors.
Harry: Transmitted through your nasty free SIM cards, I assume.
Valentine: You know what this is like? It's like those old movies we both love. Now, I'm going to tell you my whole plan, and then I'm going to come up with some absurd and convoluted way to kill you, and you'll find an equally convoluted way to escape.
Harry: Sounds good to me.
Valentine: Well, this ain't that kind of movie.
[shoots Harry in the head]

[Eggsy wakes up, tied to a railroad track. He sees the Interrogator approach him with a knife in hand]
Gary: Who the fuck are you? Where am I?
The: This knife can save your life.
[Eggsy suddenly notices a train approaching]
Gary: Fuck!
The: My employer's got two questions for you, Eggsy. What the fuck is Kingsman? And who is Harry Hart?
Gary: I don't know who the fuck that is! Shit!
The: Oh, Eggsy, I just killed two of your friends who gave me the same bullshit answer!
Gary: Fuck! Just cut the fucking ropes, please!
The: Hey, Eggsy, is Kingsman worth dying for?
Gary: Fuck yeah!
[Train passes over Eggsy. He discovers that the section dropped down before impact. Hart arrives at the scene]
Harry: Congratulations. Bloody well done.
Gary: How'd the others do?
Harry: Roxy passed with flying colours. Charlie's up next. Want to watch?
Gary: Yeah. Alright.

Gary: So before you was a tailor, was you in the Army? Like an officer?
Harry: Not quite.
Gary: So where was you posted - Iraq or something?
Harry: Sorry, Eggsy. Classified.
Gary: But my dad saved your life, yeah?
Harry: 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: You can't talk to me like that.
Harry: Huge I.Q., great performance in primary school. And it all went tits up. Drugs, petty crime, never had a job.
Gary: Do you think there's a lot of jobs going around here, yeah?
Harry: 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: Yeah, well, when you grow up around someone like my stepdad, you pick up new hobbies pretty quick.
Harry: 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: 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: You throw away your biggest opportunity over a fucking dog. And then you humiliate me by stealing my boss' car.
Gary: You shot a dog just to get a fucking job!
Harry: Yes, I did.
[Hart opens the study room to reveal his stuffed dog]
Harry: And Mr. Pickle here reminds me of that every time I take a shit!
Gary: You shot your dog and had it stuffed? You fucking freak!
Harry: No, I shot my dog and then brought him home and continued to care for him for the next 11 years until he died of pancreatitis.
Gary: What?
Harry: It was a blank, Eggsy. It was a fucking blank. Remember Amelia?
Gary: Yeah.
Harry: She didn't drown. She works in our tech department in Berlin. She's fine. Limits must be tested. A Kingsman only condones the risking of one life to save another.
Gary: My dad might have saved your life, even though your fuck-up cost his? What, you've got him stuffed here and all?
Harry: Can't you see that everything I've done has been about trying to repay him?

Harry: [calmly after dispatching with gang members] Sorry about that, needed to let off a little steam.

Harry: [to menacing gang members] Um, listen, boys. I've had a rather emotional day, so whatever your beef with Eggsy is - and I'm sure it's well founded - I'd appreciate it enormously if you could just leave us in peace, until I can finish this lovely pint of Guinness.

Harry: [after eating McDonald's food with Valentine] Thank you for such a 'happy' meal.

[Eggsy leaves the police station]
Harry: Eggsy. Would you like a lift home?
Gary: Who are you?
Harry: The man who got you released.
Gary: That ain't an answer.
Harry: A little gratitude would be nice. My name is Harry Hart, and I gave you that medal. Your father saved my life.

[Hart and Eggsy enter Fitting Room 3]
Gary: So we going up or down?
Harry: Neither.
Gary: Is this it?
Harry: Of course not. Pull the hook on the left.
[Eggsy pulls down the left hanger, revealing a secret armoury behind the room]
Gary: Ah, yes. Very very nice.
Harry: 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: [now understanding his password] "Oxfords, not Brogues".
Harry: Words to live by, Eggsy. Words to live by. Try a pair.
[Eggsy sits down to put on the shoes]
Harry: Your weapon scores are excellent, by the way.
[Eggsy gives a click-wink]
Harry: [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: Yeah, good.
Harry: 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: No, Eggsy.
[Hart clicks his heels and a blade pops out of his right shoe]
Gary: That is sick.
[Eggsy clicks his heels to engage his shoe blade]
Harry: In the old days, they had a phone in the heel as well.
Gary: How do I get it back in?
Harry: 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]

Harry: [Quoting Ernest Hemingway] There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.

Harry: [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: It can be remotely activated. Primed.
[Pushes clip back]
Harry: Lethal.
[Eggsy looks at the gold cigarette lighters on the wall]
Gary: And what about these? What do these do? Electrocute you?
Harry: Don't be ridiculous. It's a hand grenade.
Gary: Shut up.
Harry: If you want to electrocute someone, you'll need a signet ring.
[Grabs a ring from the wall]
Harry: 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: [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: Nothing. That technology is caught up with the spy world.
[Hart and Eggsy head back to the main lobby]
Harry: Put it back, Eggsy.
[Eggsy puts the lighter back]

[Hart and Eggsy approach the dressing room mirror]
Harry: What do you see?
Gary: Someone who wants to know what the fuck is going on.
Harry: 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: No.
Harry: How about 'Nikita'?
[Eggsy shakes his head]
Harry: 'Pretty Woman'?
[Confused look on Eggsy's face]
Harry: 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: Yeah, like in 'My Fair Lady'.
Harry: 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: A tailor?
Harry: A Kingsman agent.
Gary: Like a spy.
Harry: Of sorts. Interested?
Gary: 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: 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: How deep does this fucking thing go?
Harry: Deep enough.

Harry: [Harry to thugs in the bar] Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?
Gary: [Eggsy to thugs in the bar] Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we gonna fight?

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: This is my new valet. I was just introducing him to my tailor.
Valentine: Another coincidence. So am I.
Harry: 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: A word of advice: Ascot requires top hat. I might suggest Lock & Co. Hatters, St. James.
Valentine: 'Lox', as in smoked fish?
Harry: As in 'locked up'.
Valentine: Oh. I have trouble understanding you people sometimes. You all talk so funny.

Valentine: So you want to donate to my foundation. You are aware that I wound things down in that area, right?
Harry: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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]