It's all right. Don't panic. Just thought I'd bring you a little leaving present. What do...

[Eggsy enters Harry's room with a Cairn Terrier puppy. Harry wakes up startled] Eggsy: It's all right. Don't panic. Just thought I'd bring you a little leaving present. [Eggsy approaches Harry] Eggsy: What do you think? He's lovely, isn't he? Would you like to hold him? [Eggsy gives the puppy to Harry] Harry Hart: Hello. [as Harry smiles at the puppy, Eggsy points his gun at it] Eggsy: Do you think I should shoot him? [Harry sees the gun and gets off the bed] Harry Hart: Are you quite mad? Eggsy: What? What's the problem? Harry Hart: No! You can't! Eggsy: Eh? What? Harry Hart: No, you'll have to shoot me! Eggsy: Shoot you? Well, I will shoot you. Harry Hart: No! No one's sick enough to shoot a puppy! Eggsy: Well, what about you, Harry? You were sick enough to shoot a puppy! Do you remember? Harry Hart: What? [Harry breathes heavily as he looks at the puppy and the butterflies on the walls coming to life. He begins to recall his old house and Mr. Pickle before the day Valentine shot him] Harry Hart: It was a blank! Eggsy: Yes, Harry! Yes! Harry Hart: It was a fucking blank! Eggsy: That's right. It was a blank. Harry Hart: I would never hurt Mr. Pickle! Eggsy: Yes, Harry! Harry Hart: He lived a ripe old age! He died of pancreatitis! [Harry looks at the puppy] Harry Hart: You're not Mr. Pickle. Eggsy. Eggsy: Hello, Harry.