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It's, uh, seems to be fate, or happenstance, or just bad fuckin' luck caused our paths to cross once again.

[John says nothing]

John?

[John says nothing]

Let us not resort to our baser instincts and handle this like civilized men to move on...

[John hangs up interrupting Viggo]

What'd he say?

Enough.

Oh, God.

Task your crew.

How, how many?

How many do you have?

In Afghanistan. There was an actual wound.

Oh. Yeah. Shoulder.

Shoulder! I thought so.

No, you didn't.

The left one.

Lucky guess.

I never guess.

Good luck. We need you.

More than you know.

Not that much.

What is that in your hand?

It's nothing.

Show me!

[Bilbo opens his hand, revealing an acorn]

I picked it up in Beorn's garden.

You've carried it all this way?

I'm gonna plant it in my garden, in Bag End.

It's a poor prize to take back to the Shire.

One day it'll grow. And every time I look at it, I'll remember. Remember everything that happened: the good, the bad... and how lucky I am that I made it home.

You shouldn't have done that. It's bad luck.

I don't believe in luck. We make our own luck.

No. No. You can't turn back now. You're part of the company. You're one of us.

I'm not now, am I? Thorin said I should have never have come and he was right. I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins. I don't know what I was thinking. I should never have run out my door.

You're homesick. I understand.

No you don't. You don't understand. None of you do. You're Dwarves. You're use to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere! ... I'my sorry, I didn't...

No you're right. We don't belong anywhere. I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do.

Send out riders, my lord. You must call for aid.

And who will come? Elves? Dwarves? We are not so lucky in our friends as you.

Listen Al, if I never see you again, I want you to know that I love you very much. And also, there's about 116 kilos of cocaine buried somewhere in the apartment... right next to the cure for blindness. Good luck.

[to Blind Al] Wanna get fucked up?

Someone decides to wipe out every Kingsman property, every agent, and somehow, conveniently, you weren't at home!

I could say the same thing about you.

A hundred bucks? The ad said three thousand.

Well, check it again, web head. The ad said three grand, for three minutes, and you pinned him in two. For that I give you a hundred, and you're lucky to get that.

I need that money.

I missed the part where that's my problem.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna follow Jyn. Her path is clear.

Alone? Good luck!

I don't need luck. I have you!

Sir, the possibility of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately 3,720 to 1.

Never tell me the odds.

Going somewhere, Solo?

Yes, Greedo. I was just going to see your boss. Tell Jabba I've got his money.

It's too late. You should have paid him when you had the chance. Jabba's put a price on your head so large, every bounty hunter in the galaxy will be looking for you. I'm lucky I found you first.

Yeah, but this time I've got the money.

If you give it to me, I might forget I found you.

Fine. I'll bust your ghost. But, in exchange, I'll need three tickets to the party.

You're just lucky I'm desperate.

Look, it all sounds great when you say it like that but the truth is, most of that was just luck. I didn't know what I was doing half the time. I nearly always had help.

He's just being modest.

No, Hermione, I'm not. Facing this stuff in real life is not like school. In school, if you make a mistake, you can just try again tomorrow.