The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (2015)
Illya Kuryakin: [as Solo cracks a safe] Did you disable the alarm?
Napoleon Solo: There's no alarm on the 307.
[alarm immediately begins wailing]
Illya Kuryakin: ...Loving your work, Cowboy.
[Solo and Kuryakin meet after spending a night in their hotel rooms]
Napoleon Solo: [shows him electronic bugs] These. Are. Russian-made.
Illya Kuryakin: One moment.
[leaves and returns]
Illya Kuryakin: [shows him electronic bugs] These. Are. American-made. And very low-tech.
Napoleon Solo: [telling Kuryakin to let himself get mugged] Take it like a pussy.
Illya Kuryakin: This is NOT the Russian way.
Napoleon Solo: [seeing Illya grabbing the rear of their car] He's trying. To stop. The car.
Gaby Teller: We're struggling here. Why don't you take a shot at him?
Napoleon Solo: Somehow, it just doesn't seem like the right thing to do.
Illya Kuryakin: [about having to get mugged] A Russian architect would have fought them, a Russian agent would have killed them!
Gaby Teller: [Illya checking tracker on Gaby's garter] What are you doing down there?
Illya Kuryakin: Trying not to get lost.
Illya Kuryakin: [as Uncle Rudi is being electrocuted in the other room] Looks like he fixed the short.
Napoleon Solo: Damn. I left my jacket in the other room.
Waverly: For a special agent, you're not having a very special day, are you?
Napoleon Solo: [to Kuryakin] Not very good at this whole subtlety thing, are you?
Waverly: ...Oh, and you have a new codename. Rather a good one: UNCLE.
Illya Kuryakin: [driving a boat] Hold on, Cowboy!
[Solo falls off]
Uncle Rudi: There are only two masters in this world: fear and pain.
Napoleon Solo: [to Gaby, after rolling down the window] Take another left through the window... after you.
[Kuryakin prepares a wardrobe for Gaby]
Napoleon Solo: It won't match.
Illya Kuryakin: It doesn't have to match.
Victoria: So you're a thief, but you don't wear a mask.
Napoleon Solo: Sometimes, just not when I'm stealing things.
Illya Kuryakin: Napoleon Solo, the CIA's most effective agent.
Napoleon Solo: Illya Kurakin: KGB, the youngest member to join and pass in three years.
Uncle Rudi: I am a traditionalist, I will get the pliers. Have you anything to say?
Napoleon Solo: I never thought I'd be glad to see you.
Illya Kuryakin: [behind Rudi] You need help, Cowboy?
Napoleon Solo: I absolutely hated working with you, Peril.
Illya Kuryakin: You're a terrible spy, Cowboy.
Napoleon Solo: [to his driver] Are they still following us?... Is there one of them?... Is he looking at us?... Does he have just one hand on the steering wheel?... When you hear something that sounds like a gunshot, drive.
[cue car chase]
Illya Kuryakin: You're trembling...
Gaby Teller: That's because I'm scared!
Illya Kuryakin: It's going to be okay.
Napoleon Solo: [he and Gaby being pursued by an agent] Let's just hope he doesn't drive as quickly as he moves.
[Kuryakin appears behind them]
Gaby Teller: Guess what? He does.
Illya Kuryakin: I was briefed on your criminal career. Your balls are on the end of a very long leash, held by a very short man.
Napoleon Solo: I wonder if it was your father's shame that gave you such drive... Or was it your mother's reputation? I understand that she was extremely popular amongst your father's friends...
Napoleon Solo: You told me this was going to be a simple extraction.
Sanders: It should have been. I didn't ask you to light up half of East Berlin.
Napoleon Solo: They were waiting for me.
Sanders: Don't flatter yourself, they follow everybody.
Napoleon Solo: One of them who was waiting for me was barely human. You should've seen him run.
Sanders: Grow a spine, Solo. Contrary to what you think, we are not in with the haberdashery business.
Napoleon Solo: I don't think you understand. He tore the back off my car.
Sanders: Remind me, Solo, how long was your prison sentence. You owe me five more years. Now, I know that you've been taking care of yourself on the side. Wetting your beak, so to speak. We don't pay you enough to be able to put truffles in your rizzoto, Solo. But don't ever make the calamitous error of mistaking my deliberate short sightedness for blindness. Now you'll report for duty tomorrow morning nine a.m. sharp. And with a better attitude.
Napoleon Solo: [about Kuryakin] We're working with the Russians. It doesn't get any more Russian than the Red Peril here!
[a drunk Gaby annoys Illya]
Illya Kuryakin: [to Gaby] Don't make me put you over my knee...
Gaby Teller: So you don't want to dance... but you do want to wrestle.
[cut to Gaby and Illya fighting]
Gaby Teller: America teaming up with Russia. That doesn't sound very friendly.
Waverly: Thank you, gentlemen, for fouling up two years of hard work!
[after having had sex, Solo holds up a pair of shoes]
Napoleon Solo: Do these belong to you or to me?
[Illya tries to put a ring on Gaby]
Gaby Teller: We may be engaged, but I'm my own woman! Besides, I don't have a ring! It was stolen, remember?
Illya Kuryakin: A good Russian husband would go out early and got his fiancée a new ring, as soon as he could.
Napoleon Solo: I'm here to help. Why don't you help me?
Gaby Teller: With what?
Napoleon Solo: If I have 15 minutes, we'd drink tea, eat biscuits. I talk, you laugh, and we'd be on our way. Unfortunately, I don't. So, my operators
[gesturing out the window]
Napoleon Solo: , come with me now to a chic little hotel in West Berlin in less than an hour. Or, stay here and spend the night with the Russians, hang from a pipe having your toenails removed.
Napoleon Solo: [to Victoria over ship-to-ship radio] That warhead, although not nuclear, shouldn't have any trouble obliterating a medium-sized fishing boat. The aforementioned warhead launched... 45 seconds ago. Giving you about 30 seconds until impact.
[her crew jumping the ocean]
Napoleon Solo: It won't trigger a nuclear warhead, as that requires fission. So, if you do want to make good on your vow, I suggestion you abandon ship immediately.
Napoleon Solo: [massive explosion] How's *that* for entertainment?
Napoleon Solo: Would you mind terribly if I borrowed your car?
Napoleon Solo: [Contacting Victoria's boat via radio] Diadema, this is Napoleon Solo. Hello Victoria. I suspect that you're already listening, so I'll give you this message directly: earlier today, I killed your husband. I'd like to report that he died honorably, courageously, and selflessly... but he didn't. Instead it was a rather pitiful affair involving tears, begging, and offers to trade anything - and indeed anyone - so I would spare his life.
Gaby Teller: I'm not going back behind that wall. And when I'm done here, that's where they'll put me!
Captain Smith: We're wasting our time. This isn't working.
Waverly: If you would just shut up, thank you very much, Captain.
Illya Kuryakin: Why is there radiation suit in closet, in a satellite factor?
[discovers a switch to a secret passage]
Sanders: [In a public restroom, unzipping his fly to use the urinal] What I'm about to feed you, Solo, might taste a little bitter. Nevertheless, you're gonna have to swallow it.
Uncle Rudi: Kodachrome. The colors are so real, you can almost taste it.
Desk Clerk: [Enters Napoleon's hotel room with bellhop carrying champagne bottle] Good evening, Mr. Deveny. With compliments of the hotel. I'm sorry, it should have been brought up earlier.
Napoleon Solo: Thank you very much.
Desk Clerk: Is there anything else I can do for you?
Napoleon Solo: That's a fine bottle of champagne. It'd be a shame to drink it alone.
Desk Clerk: [Unsure of what Napoleon means at first] Oh. I'm sorry Mr. Deveny, I'm still on duty.
Napoleon Solo: Pity.
Desk Clerk: But... my shift ends in five minutes.
Napoleon Solo: I'm sure there's something we can find to do for five minutes.
[Desk clerk blushes]
Illya Kuryakin: [as Gaby is getting drunk and dancing] You're not in East German Chop Shop anymore!
Gaby Teller: Still no drink?
Illya Kuryakin: Don't make me put you over my knee!
Gaby Teller: So you don't want to dance, but you do want to wrestle.
Illya Kuryakin: No I did not say th-
[Gaby rushes and tackles Illya]