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Archy: Bandy, you ever ask a stupid question like that again, see Danny there? He's gonna slap you.

Bandy: Sorry Arch, I was, I was just trying to use initiative.

Archy: Danny, slap him.

Archy: With the right, Danny, properly.

Archy: No, no, no, no. Come on, do it properly, with the back of the right hand.

Danny: What is this, a tennis match, Arch?

Archy: Slap him.

Archy: [Muttering angrily; Slaps Bandy, who stumbles; Bandy is biting his lip childishly] Oh, for fu... Like this. Now if you can master a slap like that, there's no need for your clients to hold back. They will open up like a fountain, full of words. No need for strong violence, no no; they're transported back to their childhoods. Putty, in your hands; ask Bandy. Look. Thinks he's back at school.

Danny: But he never went to school, Arch.

Archy: You want a slap as well, Daniel? Eh? Now, if a slap don't work, you cut em or you pay em, but you keep your receipts, cos this ain't the Mafia.

Archy: Junkies, as any junkie will tell you, are not to be trusted. They take what doesn’t belong to them, not because they’re thinking, but because they’re junkies.

Archy: People ask the question... what's a RocknRolla? And I tell em - it's not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot.

CIA Director: I'm about to go look the President in the eye, and what I'd like to know, no fucking bullshit, is where everyone stands on this thing. Now, very simply, is he there, or is he not fucking there?

Deputy Director: We all come at this through the filter of our own past experiences. I remember "Iraq WMD" very clearly, I fronted that, and I can tell you the case for that was much stronger than this case.

CIA Director: A fuckin yes or a no.

Deputy Director: We don't deal in certainty, we deal in probability. I'd say there's a sixty percent probability he's there.

The Wolf: I concur. Sixty percent.

George: [[w:Operations security|OPSEC] I'm at eighty percent. Their ] is what convinces me.

CIA Director: You guys ever agree on anything?

Dan: Well, I agree with sixty, we're basing this mostly on detainee reporting and I spent a bunch of time in those rooms. Who knows? I'd say it's a soft sixty, sir. I'm virtually certain there's some high value target there, I'm just not sure it's bin Laden.

CIA Director: This is a cluster-fuck, isn't it?

Jeremy: I'd like to know what Maya thinks...

Deputy Director: We're all incorporating her assessment into ours...

Maya: [interrupting] A hundred percent he's there. Okay, fine, ninety-five percent because I know how certainty freaks you guys out, but it's a hundred.

General: [about stealth helicopters; [w:Northrop Grumman B-2 Spirit|B2; [w:Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk|Black Hawk] I actually tried to kill this program a couple of times. They've gone through an initial round of testing, and they have excellent radar defeat - we just haven't tested them with people in them yet. You'll notice these stealth panels, similar to what we use on the ]. The rotors have been muffled with decibel killers. It's slower than a ] and lacks the offense. But it can hide.

Justin: [[w:Muammar Gaddafi|Gaddafi] Excuse me. Can I ask a question? What do we need this for in Libya? ]'s anti-air is virtually non-existent.

George: [[w:Counterterrorism Center|CTC; [w:Central Intelligence Agency|Agency] Gentlemen, can I have your attention? My name is George, I run the Af-Pak division at ], and I'm primary on this for the ]. This is a title fifty operation. Some of us have worked together before. This is a good one. Maya, do you want to brief them?

Maya: There are two narratives about the location of Osama bin Laden. The one that you're most familiar with is that UBL is hiding in a cave in the Tribal Areas, that he's surrounded by a large contingent of loyal fighters. But that narrative is pre-9/11 understanding of UBL. The second narrative is that he's living in a city. Living in a city with multiple points of egress and entry, and with access to communications so that he can keep in touch with the organization. You can't run a global network of interconnected cells from a cave. We have located an individual we believed, based on detainee reporting, is bin Laden's courier. He's living in a house in Abbottabad, Pakistan. And we assess that one of the other occupants of the house is UBL.

Justin: Excuse me. You got an intel source on the ground?

Maya: No.

Justin: No? Okay, so how do you know it's bin Laden? Cause the truth is, we've been on this op before, it was 07, and it wasn't bin Laden, and we lost a couple of guys.

Maya: Totally understand, Bin Laden uses a courier to interact with the outside world. By locating the courier, we've located bin Laden.

Patrick: That's really the intel? That's it?

Maya: [[w:Animal sentinels|canaries] Quite frankly, I didn't even want to use you guys, with your dip and your velcro and all your gear bullshit. I wanted to drop a bomb. But people didn't believe in this lead enough to drop a bomb, so they're using you guys as ], on the theory that if bin Laden isn't there, you can sneak away and no one will be the wiser. But bin Laden is there, and you're going to kill him for me.

Steve: [in CIA conference room, where he and Maya are about to meet with the CIA Director and his Deputies] They're gonna ask: "If bin Laden is at the end of this rainbow, is the Pak military with him?

Maya: [[w:Pervez Musharraf|Musharaf; CIA Director and his Deputies walk in] The question isn't "Are the Paks protecting bin Laden?" The question is "Would he allow himself to be protected by the Paks?" I mean, why would he trust them? He tried to kill ].

CIA Director: Go ahead.

Steve: [gesturing over a map of Pakistan; [w:Islamabad|Islamabad; [w:Abbottabad|Abbottabad] If you take a right out of ] and drive about forty-five minutes north, you'll find yourself here, in ]. A middle class community, some ex-military, not particularly interesting to us. Except we did find this compound, which is unique. We got a sixteen foot wall around the entire perimeter, the windows are blacked out. It's a fortress.

CIA Director: Can't you put a camera somewhere, in the trees, to get a look into the main house?

George: It will probably be discovered.

CIA Director: We have to get a look into the house. Alright, what's this? This cluster of buildings down here?

George: [[w:Pakistan Military Academy|Pakistan Military Academy; [w:West Point|West Point] The PMA — the ]. It's their ].

CIA Director: And how close is that to the house?

George: About a mile.

Maya: 4,221 feet. It's close to eight-tenths of a mile.

CIA Director: Who are you?

Maya: I'm the motherfucker who found this place, sir.

CIA Director: [pause; pause; CIA Director and his Deputies leave, leaving only Maya and Steve in the room] Really. I want to know more about who's inside this house by the end of the week.

Steve: [sarcastically] Motherfucker?" Good.

George: [[w:1998 United States Embassy bombings|land; [w:USS Cole bombing|sea; [w:September 11 attacks|air] I want to make something absolutely clear. If you thought there was some secret cell somewhere working al-Qaeda, I want you to know that you are wrong! This is it. There's no working group coming to the rescue. There's nobody else hidden away on some other floor. This is just us. And we are FAILING. We're spending billions of dollars. People are dying. We're still no closer to defeating our enemy. They attacked us on ] in 98, by ] in 2000, and from the ] in 2001. They murdered three thousand of our citizens in cold blood, they've slaughtered our forward deployed. And what the fuck have we done about it? What have we done? We have twenty leadership names and we've only eliminated four of them. I want targets! Do your fucking jobs! Bring me people to kill!

Ferris: I invented Omar Sadiki. It was my operation. He is not a jihadist, all right? I moved him around, I moved money around, and then I lost him.

Hani: That is impossible.

Ferris: Why?

Hani: Because it will mean that you sat in my office and you lied to my face.

Ferris: Hani, I promise I will share all the information with you, all right? But they have kidnapped a friend of mine in order to get to me. Now, you know exactly who I'm talking about, Hani. Please, they're gonna execute her, all right? Please, help me broker a deal, her for me.

Hani: You lied to me. I will not help you. The answer is no.

Roger Ferris: I thought you didn't believe in torture, Hani Pasha.

Hani: This is punishment, my dear. It's a very different thing.

Roger Ferris: Hani Pasha

Hani: Pasha? That is an Ottoman term.

Roger Ferris: I hear you like it sir.

Mussawi: [pause; rips off one of Bob's nails] Bob, what do you know about the torture methods used by the Chinese on the Falun Gong? Huh? Method number one. What's your guess? Water dungeon. Did you guess water dungeon? Number two method? Number two, twisting arm and putting face in feces. Not interested in two. Number three. Number three is called pulling nails from fingers'. What do you think Bob? Number three sound good to you? The purpose is to get the monks or whatever to recant their beliefs. What if I had to get you to recant? That would be pretty difficult right? Because if you have no beliefs to recant then what? Then you're fucked is what. You're going to give me the names of every person who's taken money from you. Oh that is disgusting.

Bob Barnes: Come on Jimmy, you're not one of those Koran thumpers!

Mussawi: [rips off another nail, then starts punching Bob] My name is Mussawi. You fucking fuck, fucking fuck, stupid fuck, what the fuck, this is a war! Fuck you're a PO fucking W! Give me the fucking names! I'm cutting his fucking head off. I'm going to cut your head off, Bob!

Dean Whiting: [to Prince Meshal Al-Subaai] Are you a king? Can you tell me what you want?

Jimmy Pope: Dig six feet, find three bodies. But dig twelve feet, you find forty.

Max Woodman: I want pig bacon!

Mussawi: Rumors of Bob, but never Bob.

Pinbacker: Are you an angel? Has the time come? I've been waiting so long.

Capa: Who are you?

Pinbacker: Who am I? At the end of time, a moment will come when just one man remains. Then the moment will pass. Man will be gone. There will be nothing to show that we were ever here... but stardust. The last man, alone with God. Am I that man?

Capa: My God...my God. Pinbacker!

Pinbacker: Not your God. Mine!

Pinbacker: I am Pinbacker, commander of the Icarus I. We have abandoned our mission. Our star is dying. All our science. All our hopes...our dreams are foolish! In the face of this, we are dust, nothing more. Unto this dust, we return. When he chooses for us to die, it is not our place to challenge God.

Mace: Okay, that make sense to anyone?

Pinbacker: [From trailer] Nothing will survive … not your parents … not your children … not even … stars!

Pinbacker: At the end of time, a moment will come when just one man remains. Then the moment will pass. Man will be gone. There will be nothing to show that we were ever here … but stardust. The last man, alone with God. Am I that man?

Pinbacker: For seven years I spoke with God. He told me to take us all to Heaven.

Pinbacker: Are you an angel? Has the time come? I've been waiting so long.

Sir John Conroy: [about the crowd outside of the palace] How changeable they are. They hate you, they love you, they hate you.

Duchess of Kent: [about Victoria] They punished her. They never hated her.

Tequila: A bottle in a secret wall. You really expect me to take that seriously? See, I think your story's horse shit. Y'all just trying to cover for a failed rescue mission. You're here for the lepidopterist, ain't you?

Tequila: [grabs a bottle of Statesman whiskey] Okay, so your mystery bottle, huh? Look anything like that, right there?

Eggsy: [impatiently] Yes. Same brand, much older.

Tequila: [opens bottle and sniffs the whiskey] All right. Let's see here. You know why the measurement of alcohol content is called proof'?

Eggsy: Oh, fuck off!

Merlin: Oh, for Pete's sake!

Tequila: [drinks a little; splashes more whiskey, much to the annoyance of Eggsy and Merlin; Tequila pulls out a lighter as Merlin chuckles] See, comes from back in the old days when pirates wanted to test the strength of their rum. They used to pour a little bit out on gunpowder. Oh, that'll make you wanna slap your mama right there, boy. And then the gunpowder, if it burnt when they set it alight, they considered it proof that their rum was good and strong. But see, I ain't got no gunpowder on me, do I? But I'm pretty sure you boys'll make just as impressive of a sound when I set your balls on fire. Or you could just tell me who the fuck y'all really are and how the hell you found us.

Merlin: Look, for the last time, we have nothing to protect but our honor. So you can take your cheap horse piss that you call whiskey, which, by the way, is spelled without an e and is nothing compared to a single malt scotch and you can go fuck yourself.

Tequila: What about you?

Eggsy: Me?

Tequila: Yeah.

Eggsy: No, I love a Jack and Coke, bruv. But I do agree with the part where you go fuck yourself.

Tequila: All right. Y'all ain't got nothing to protect other than your honor? Let's see what happens when we change things up.

Merlin: Harry!

Eggsy: Fuck me!

Tequila: Y'all got three seconds to tell the truth.

Merlin: Wait! No!

Eggsy: Harry!

Tequila: He can't hear you, but I can. So talk.

Merlin: No!

Eggsy: Get down, Harry!

Tequila: That's two.

Eggsy, Merlin: Harry! Harry!

Tequila: Three.

Ginger Ale: Stop!

Ginger Ale: Their story checked out. I opened our doomsday scenario locker and that umbrella was in it. Kingsman. It's got our logo on it.

Ginger Ale: I'm really sorry.

Tequila: My apologies, boys. I'd, I hope there ain't no hard feelings. I was just doin my job. Welcome to Statesman, independent intelligence agency. Just like y'all, I reckon. But our founders went into the booze business. Thank the sweet Lord above. This is Ginger Ale. She's our strategy executive.

Ginger Ale: Hello.

Tequila: I'm Agent Tequila.

Eggsy: This is the part where you untie us.

Tequila: [spits tobacco] You know, my momma... she always told me, "Us Southerners get our good manners from the British." I was thinkin', "Ain't that a pity? Y'all ain't keepin none for yourself." Y'all ain't ever heard of knockin before you enter?

Eggsy: Well, a-actually... we had an invitation, didn't we?

Merlin: Yeah.

Tequila: Oh, did you now?

Eggsy: Yeah, yeah, it came in the shape of a bottle? We're from the Kingsman tailor shop in London. Maybe you've heard of us.

Tequila: Oh, the Kingsman!

Merlin: Yeah.

Tequila: Huh. That's where y'all got them fine suits and them fancy spectacles y'all got on.

Merlin: Exactly.

Eggsy: That's right.

Tequila: Y'all look damn sharp. Let me see if I got it right here. You want me to believe that it's normal for a tailor to hack through an advanced biometric security system with nothin but a little bitty ol watch on?

Tequila: I can promise you, though.

Tequila: That dog don't hunt. So why don't you go on and get down on your knees and tell me who you really work for?

Tequila: That's 1963 Statesman Reserve. You just made it personal.

Eggsy: [passes out] Who the fuck are you?

Merlin: Not one of my predecessors has ever been in this situation before. Thank God.

Merlin: A-ha.

Merlin: Remember this?

Eggsy: Yeah, how could I forget?

Merlin: Whatever's in that safe is the answer to all our problems.

Eggsy: Is that it?

Merlin: [pauses] I suppose that must be upper-class humor. I don't get it.

Eggsy: Me neither. What the fuck are we supposed to do now?

Merlin: I think we should drink a toast to our fallen comrades.

Eggsy: To Roxy.

Merlin: Roxy.

Merlin: [impressed by the drink] Ooh.

Merlin: To Arthur.

Eggsy: Arthur.

Eggsy: Mmm. Should we do one for JB?

Merlin: I think we should.

Merlin: [sobbing] I should have seen it coming. Charlie, the taxi. It's all my fault.

Eggsy: No, that's bullshit. Bullshit, Merlin. It ain't all your fault. You're the best, bruv. Honestly, without you, I'd have lost it a long time ago.

Merlin: I think we should drink to Scotland.

Eggsy: [grabs bottle from Merlin] I think we've probably had enough, to be honest.

Merlin: You're probably right.

Eggsy: Merlin.

Merlin: Aye?

Eggsy: I think we're going to Kentucky.

Merlin: [cleaning his glasses] Fried chicken? I love fried chicken.

Eggsy: No. Proper Kentucky. Look.

Eggsy: Someone decides to wipe out every Kingsman property, every agent, and somehow, conveniently, you weren't at home!

Merlin: I could say the same thing about you.

Eggsy: What, you think I'd kill Roxy? And my mate Brandon, and my fucking dog?

Merlin: No. You think I would?

Merlin: This thing... hacked us. Clearly, this arm can be remotely controlled. I'm only alive because my address wasn't on the database with the agents. Whoever Charlie's working with doesn't think that mere staff are missile-worthy.

Eggsy: This ain't funny. Roxy is dead! Everyone's dead! Gone! Do you even care?

Merlin: Pull yourself together! Remember your training. There's no time for emotion in this scenario.

Merlin: Now, as all surviving agents are present, we follow the doomsday protocol. When that's done, and only then, you may shed a tear in private.

Eggsy: Okay. What's the doomsday protocol?

Merlin: We go shopping.

Church Leader: And I say to you, bear witness! Watch the news. Watch the news. AIDS! Floods! The blood of the innocent, spilled! And yet, there are those who doubt this is the wrath of God. Our filthy government condones sodomy, divorce, abortion! And yet, some still doubt this is the work of the Antichrist! You do not have to be a Jew, a nigger, a whore or an atheistic, science-loving evolution spouter...

Merlin: [remotely watching] Charming sermon. Can you see Valentine anywhere?

Church Leader: So, my friends, although he is a just God, he is just a vengeful one and there can be no turning back from the almighty wrath...

Gazelle: Are you sure we're out of range?

Valentine: We're over 1,000 feet away. What's wrong?

Gazelle: What if the calculations are wrong?

Valentine: You just have to trust me.

Church Leader: ...Jew, nigger, fag lovers, and the devil is burning them for all eternity.

Harry: Would you excuse me?

Church Blonde Woman: [Harry tries to leave the church] Where are you going? Hey! What's your problem?

Harry: 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.

Valentine: Oh, shit. He's leaving. I'm starting the test now. Let's hope enough of these freaks have our SIM cards.

Church Leader: [continuing his sermon] I kindly ask you to sit down, my friend!

Church Blonde Woman: Just leave this church! You just leave this church like the infidel you are! Satan cannot save you now! You will eat your babies! You will drown in the blood of the Lord! He will not save you!

Eggsy: [remotely watching] Holy fuck!

Valentine: Oh, shit, I can't watch this. Get over here.

Harry: South Glade Mission Church. Merlin, get the plane ready.

Merlin: Will do.

Eggsy: I am so sorry, I'm gonna do every...

Harry: You should be. You just stay right there, I'll sort this mess out when I get back.

Eggsy: Who the fuck are you? Where am I?

The Interrogator: This knife can save your life.

Eggsy: [Struggling to get out of the ropes] Fuck!

The Interrogator: My employer's got two questions for you, Eggsy. What the fuck is Kingsman? And who is Harry Hart?

Eggsy: I don't know who the fuck that is! Shit!

The Interrogator: Oh, Eggsy, I just killed two of your friends who gave me the same bullshit answer!

Eggsy: Fuck! Just cut the fucking ropes, please!

The Interrogator: Hey, Eggsy, is Kingsman worth dying for?

Eggsy: FUCK YOOOOOOU!

Harry: Congratulations. Bloody well done.

Eggsy: How'd the others do?

Harry: Roxy passed with flying colours. Charlie's up next. Want to watch?

Eggsy: Yeah. Alright.

The Interrogator: Is Kingsman worth dying for?

Charlie: No it fucking isn't! Shit! I'll tell you what you want, please! Chester King's Arthur! Arthur's head of the secret spy agency! It's called Kingsman! Get me out of here!

The Interrogator: Thank you, Charlie. Much appreciated.

Charlie: No, that wasn't the fucking deal! FUUUUUUUCK!

Arthur: I've had such high hopes for you. You're a bloody disgrace.

Charlie: I'm so sorry. Please untie me.

Arthur: Untie yourself.

Charlie: Arth- Arthur, please. Shit. Anyone!

Merlin: Galahad, Percival, congratulations. Your candidates have reached the final stage of the testing process. As tradition allows, you will have 24 hours to spend with them. Eggsy, you should know your father reached this point. From now on, there are no safety nets. Understood?

Merlin: Good. Dismissed.

Merlin: Charlie. Time to go home.

Charlie: Fuck you! Fucking Dad's going to hear about this!

Merlin: Harry would be proud of you, Eggsy. He was right.

Merlin: Eggsy! Fucking get on with it!

Merlin: Eggsy, the signal's starting! Get Valentine's hand off that bloody desk now!

Eliot Kaplan: The last thing I need is to be buttonholed in here by someone exactly like me.

Control: [starts placing out chess pieces with photos on them.] I know that Moscow has planted a mole, and I know it is one of five men. Alleline: Tinker. Haydon: Tailor. Bland: Soldier. We leave out "Sailor", too much like "Tailor", and "Rich man" doesn't seem to apply. Esterhase: Poor man.

Jim Prideaux: And the fifth?

Control: Smiley.

Control: You weren't followed?

Jim Prideaux: No.

Control: Better come in. Trust no one, Jim. Especially not in the mainstream. Sit down. I understand you still have one Hungarian identity running.

Jim Prideaux: I do.

Control: I want you to go to Budapest. This is not above board. Nobody else knows. They're after my head, Jim-boy. You understand? I have had an offer of service. A Hungarian general wants to come over. I would like you to meet him. He has some information that I need, Jim.

Jim Prideaux: What information?

Control: Treasure. He has the name of the mole the Russians have planted in the British intelligence service, right at the top of the Circus. There's a rotten apple, Jim; we have to find it.

Sinestro: Though his time wearing the ring has has been brief, Hal Jordan's defeat of Parallax will be remembered as long as the Corps exists. His actions are a reminder of why the ring chose each of us — to overcome fear, and destroy evil wherever it may hide. As Lanterns we must fight with all our will. Our wills have not always been united. It's time they were.

Sinestro: * Whilst sparring with Hal Jordan.

Sinestro: You must ignore your fear. When you're afraid, you can't act. You can't act, you can't defend. You can't defend, you die.

Sinestro: If you die, innocent lives will be lost! Your world will be annihilated! -->

Sinestro: * After challenging Hal Jordan to a contest of wills.

Sinestro: A sword. How human.

Sinestro: * To the Green Lantern Corps.

Sinestro: I don't need to tell you your duty... I don't need to tell you who we are.

Frank D'Amico: [fighting Hit-Girl; picks up gun; points gun at Hit-Girl] Ruin my business, huh? Kill every single fucking guy on my payroll?! God, I wish I had a son like you. Time for a family reunion.

Dave/Kick-Ass: [Frank looks up to see Kick-Ass holding a bazooka; blasts a bullet at Frank, causing him to crash through the window and the bazooka bullet explodes, finally killing him] Hey! Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?

Frank D'Amico: [in mockingly childish falsetto; in normal voice] Mommy! I want a Kick-Ass party! Dumb little fucks.

Captain Smith: Next bridge is six miles. We'll have to divert.

Schofield: I can't, sir. I don't have the time.

Captain Smith: [shakes Schofield's hand] Of course. Best of luck.

Schofield: Thank you, sir.

Captain Smith: Corporal, if you do manage to get to Colonel Mackenzie, make sure there are witnesses.

Schofield: They are direct orders, sir.

Captain Smith: I know. But some men just want the fight.

Schofield: How did you get here, sir?

Captain Smith: Crossed no man's land just outside Bapaume. Took us the whole night. Bumped into a couple of Hun stragglers on the way who made a nuisance of themselves.

Schofield: You going up to the new line?

Captain Smith: Attempting to. The Newfoundlands have pushed forwards and requested reinforcements. I'm sorry about your friend. May I tell you something that you probably already know? It doesn't do to dwell on it.

Schofield: No, sir.

Stewart Menzies: Why are you telling me this?

Alan Turing: We need your help, to keep this a secret from Admiralty, Army, RAF, uh...as no one can know that we've broken Enigma, not even Dennison.

Stewart Menzies: Who's in the process of having you fired.

Joan Clarke: You can take care of that.

Alan Turing: While we develop a system to help you determine how much intelligence to act on. Which, uh, attacks to stop, which to let through. Statistical analysis: the minimum number of actions it will take for us to win the war, but the maximum number we can take before the Germans get suspicious.

Stewart Menzies: And you're going to trust of this all to statistics, to maths?

Alan Turing: Correct.

Joan Clarke: And then MI6 can come up with the lies we will tell everyone else.

Alan Turing: You'll need a believable alternative source for all the pieces of information that you use.

Joan Clarke: A false story, so that we can explain how we got our information, that has nothing to do with Enigma, and then you can leak those stories to the Germans.

Alan Turing: And then to our own military.

Stewart Menzies: [Lights a cigarette] Maintain a conspiracy of lies at the very highest levels of government. ...Sounds right up my alley.

Stewart Menzies: [candidates are taking a timed test] Six minutes... is that even possible?

Alan Turing: No, it takes me eight.

Alan Turing: You're finished?... Five minutes forty-eight seconds.

Joan Clarke: You said to finish under six minutes.

Headmaster: [to a young Alan, about his note-passing] You and your friend solve maths problems during maths class because the maths class is too dull?

Christopher Morcom: Sometimes it is the people no one imagines anything of who do the things no one can imagine.

Alastair Denniston: Double agents are such bastards. Isolated loners. No attachments to friends or family. Arrogant. Know anybody like that?

Stewart Menzies: Oh, Alan... we're gonna have such a wonderful war together.

End titles: His machine was never perfected, though it generated a whole field of research into what became known as "Turing Machines". Today we call them "computers" (Above quote corrected): Historians estimate that breaking enigma shortened the war by more than two years saving over 14 million lives. It remained a government-held secret for more than 50 years. Turing's work inspired generations of research into what scientists called "TURING MACHINES," Today we call them computers.