Atomic Blonde

Chief 'C': I'm putting you on leave, effective immediately. We'll start the next decade well rested. Lorraine Broughton: C? What should I wear... for my tea with the queen?

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David Percival: Let me help you with your bags. Lorraine Broughton: Fucks sake! David Percival: [dragging a henchman] Russians are fucking heavy... Lorraine Broughton: Five minutes on the ground, and I'm already made. David Percival: You're not made. Lorraine Broughton: They knew my name. David Percival: That's troubling. Lorraine Broughton: ...and yours. David Percival: Probably surprising. Lorraine Broughton: [punches waking Russian in the face] Great fucking start, Percival...

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Lorraine Broughton: I've read your file. I've also read your dog file. So let's cut the crap, shall we? This whole hungover, show-up-late, don't-know-which-way-is-up act, I'm not buying it. I trust you about as far as I can throw you. David Percival: "It's a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver." Lorraine Broughton: Niccolo Machiavelli. It was on your shelf. David Percival: Oh my God, I think I fucking love you! Lorraine Broughton: That's too bad.

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Delphine Lasalle: When you tell the truth, you look different. Your eyes change. Lorraine Broughton: Thanks for the warning.

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Lorraine Broughton: You've got some balls breaking in here. David Percival: You should see my balls. Then you'd be really impressed!

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Lorraine Broughton: Where the fuck are you? David Percival: Don't shoot, I've got your shoe!

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