Zitate und Sprüche aus den Kingsman Filmen

Zu wissen, dass man etwas zu verlieren hat, macht das Leben lebenswert.

Just know that having something to lose is what makes life worth living.

Let's end this as gentlemen. After all, manners maketh man.

Zum allerletzten mal: Wir haben nichts zu beschützen, außer unserer Ehre. Also nehmen sie ihre billige Pferdepisse, die sie "Whiskey" nennen, der übrigens ohne "e" geschrieben wird und Dreck ist, im Vergleich zu 'nem Single Malt Scotch und dann ficken sie sich selbst.

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 fk yourself.

Manieren machen uns zu Menschen. Wisst ihr was das bedeutet? Ich erteile euch eine Lektion!

Manners maketh man. Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you a lesson!

Der Name eines Gentleman sollte nur dreimal in der Zeitung erscheinen. Bei seiner Geburt, seiner Vermählung und seinem Tod.

Der Anzug ist die Rüstung des modernen Gentleman. Und die Kingsman-Agents sind die Ritter der Neuzeit.

A suit is the modern gentleman's armour. And the Kingsman agents are the new knights.

Small things can grow into big problems.

Kingsman, world's finest tailor. But now we're going into the spy business.

Doppelt gebeugt,
wie greise Bettler unter ihren Säcken.

Die Knie wund,
hustend wie Hexen,
fluchend im Morast.

Im Rücken der Leuchtkugeln,
gespenstische Flecken.
Und vor uns in der Ferne,
die langersehnte Rast.

Männer marschierten im Schlaf.
Viele hatten ihre Stiefel verloren,
doch wankten weiter,
auf blutigen Sohlen.

Alle wurden blind,
alle lahm,
trunken vor Erschöpfung,
kein Heuler erreicht die tauben Ohren,
der Fünfpunkt-Neuner,
die hinter uns niederfielen,
ganz lahm.

[Gedichts Unterbrechung]

Liefest auch du in erdrückendem Traum,
hinter dem Karren,
auf dem wir seinen Körper gehoben.

Sähest das Weiß in seinen Augen,
die ins Leere starren.

Sein hängend Gesicht wie eines Dämons,
krank vom Sündentoben.

Und hörtest du bei jedem Hieb das Gurgeln,
des Blutes,
das aus den schaumgefüllten Lungen fließt,
vulgär wie Krebs,
bitter wie ein Würgen,
von Auswurf,
wie Wunden auf Zungen,
die nichts mehr schließt.

Mein Freund,
von Ruhm und Krieg und all dem Rest,
erzähltest du den Kindern niemals,
voll Euphorie.

Die alte Mär:
Dulce et decorum est.
Pro patria mori.
Süß und ehrenvoll ist es,
für das Vaterland zu sterben.

Bent double,
like old beggars under sacks.

Knock-kneed,
coughing like hags,
we cursed through sludge.

Till on the haunting flare,
we turned our backs.
And towards our distant rest,
began to trudge.

Men marched asleep.
Many had lost their boots,
but limped on,
blood-shod.

All went lame,
all blind.
Drunk with fatigue,
deaf even to the hoots,
of tired outstripped,
five-nines,
that dropped behind.

[poem interruption]

If in some smothering dreams,
you too could pace,
behind the wagon,
that we flung him in.

And watch the white eyes,
writhing in his face.

His hanging face,
like a devil's sick of sin.

If you could hear at every jolt,
the blood,
come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
obscene as cancer,
bitter as the cud,
of vile,
incurable sores,
on innocent tongues.

My friend,
you would not tell,
with such high zest to children ardent for,
some desperate glory.

The old Lie:
Dulce et decorum est.
Pro patria mori.
It is sweet and proper,
to die for one's country.

Conrad Oxford: "What is it that you Russians do that an Englishman can enjoy?"
Grigori Rasputin: "Well, everything. Food, music, ballet, tobacco, art. But most of all, we like to f-ck like tigers."

Your excessive need to protect me will not redeem your failure to protect mother.

Our enemies think we are gentlemen, but reputation is what people think of you. Character is what you are.

Polly: "Did you forget your manners?"
Duke of Oxford: "Guilty as charged."

Weißt du, wieso ich Stift und Papier so liebe? Niemand kann sich in diesen Scheiß reinhacken!

Valentine: "Ist er tot?"
Gazelle: "Normalerweise schon, wenn man einem ins Gesicht schießt."

Valentine: "Is he dead?"
Gazelle: "That tends to happen when you shoot someone in the head."

Throughout time, our people robbed, lied, and killed. Until one day, we found ourselves noblemen. But that nobility never came from chivalry. It came from being tough and ruthless.

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.

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 Hart: "Sounds good to me."
Valentine: "Well, this ain't that kind of movie."

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.

Mankind is the virus, and I'm the cure.

Wären wir mit dem gleichen silbernen Löffel im Arsch auf die Welt gekommen, wären wir so gut wie ihr, wenn nicht besser.

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.

The world is changing. There's a reason why aristocrats develop weak chins.

Gazelle: "Looks like a lot of people are going to die."
Valentine: "Do I look like I give a f-ck?"