The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

& Gaby: You look important. Or, at least, your suit does.

& Solo: When you hear something that sounds like a gunshot... Drive!

& Gaby: Why don’t you take a shot at him?
    Solo: Somehow it just doesn’t seem like the right thing to do.

& Solo: And remember... Take it like a pussy.
    Illya: This is not the Russian way.

& Solo: These... Are... Russian... Made. One second.
    Illya: These... Are... American... Made. And very low-tech.

& Victoria: So you’re a thief.
    Solo: I like to call myself a specialist in complicated acquisitions.

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& Victoria: What is it, exactly, that you think you can do for me, Mr. Jack?
    Solo: Let’s just say I fill gaps in important collections.

& Illya: What is that?
    Solo: Super-hardened boron sharpened with a CO2 laser.
    Illya: Hm...
    Solo: ???
    Illya: CO2 laser.

& Illya: Just shut up and watch me work.

& Uncle Rudi: Man has only two masters in this world. And their names are pain and fear.

& Waverly: A fresh little unpleasantness has arisen. But I’ve spoken to your superiors, and now that we’re all such good friends, they’ve kindly agreed to let me keep the team together for a while. We leave in an hour.
    Illya: Where we going?
    Waverly: Istanbul, Kuryakin. You’ll need your curlywurly shoes... Oh, and you have a new code name.
    Solo: A code name?
    Waverly: Yes, rather a good one: U.N.C.L.E.

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