Ah, the Heckler and Koch G-36. Quite deadly in the right hands.
All right, so I was wrong about the Archbishop's bottom.
A good agent doesn't need gadgets. The only gadgets I've ever needed are a sharp eye, sensitive hearing and a whole bunch of bigger brains.
Look pull yourself together, it's only a bit of poo.
Arrest that man! And lock him away!
The word mistake, sir, is not one that appears in my dictionary.
Have you or have you not, tattooed on your bottom the words "Jesus is coming, look busy"?
My bottom will be King of England before you are.
You might have taken me, Sauvage, but as long as I've got breath in my lungs and a bullet in my gun, you'll never take England.
He was not fit to wear this crown!
Her Majesty did seem very grateful.
I've been dropped into the Kalahari desert, carrying nothing more than a toothbrush and a packet of sherbert lemons, and I still found my way to Bulawayo before Ramadan!
Good morning, gentlemen! MI7 at your service.
Clearly, the aptly-named English is a fool.
All this stupid little country has to do is stay quiet and do what it's told for one miserable day! But can it do that?! My fragrant French arse it cannot!