At what point are you going to start behaving like a Statesman, Tequila? You wanna go back...

Champ: At what point are you going to start behaving like a Statesman, Tequila? You wanna go back to being a rodeo clown? Tequila: No, sir. I apologize, sir. [Champagne turns around towards Eggsy] Champ: I'm Champagne. But anyone who knows what's good for him... [throws hat at champagne bottle] Champ: ... calls me Champ. Sorry for your troubles. As your American cousins, I'm placing all of Statesman's considerably larger resources at your disposal. [Champ points at Statesman's stock market numbers] Champ: Can you imagine us in the clothing business? [Champ chuckles as he looks at the trophies by the window and sits down] Champ: Now, how can I help you? Eggsy: First of all, I've got to thank you for saving Agent Galahad. Champ: Wait. You said that you were Agent Galahad. Tequila: Oh, no, he's talking about the butterfly guy. That used to be his handle. Champ: Oh. Eggsy: Galahad always said, 'You've got to look at the bigger picture. Ask why as well as who.' So if someone wanted to take out Kingsman, then they've got to be planning something major. Champ: So what do you know? Eggsy: They're a drug cartel, we think. The name Golden Circle keeps coming up. Champ: Mmm. We'll look into them. What else? Eggsy: One of our former trainees is working with them. Charlie Hesketh. Total prick. Champ: You got any promising leads on him? Eggsy: His ex-girlfriend. I've been tracking her through social media. We believe she's still in contact with him. And she's going to Glastonbury Music Festival. Champ: Oh, good. Agent Tequila, break out your dancing shoes. You have a new mission. Tequila: Yes, sir. [Champ suddenly notices a blue rash on Tequila's neck and face] Champ: Hold up. You feeling okay? Tequila: I'm a little tired, but fine, thanks. Galahad, you ready? Champ: Your face... You got... [Tequila looks through the reflection on his steel glass] Tequila: What the fuck? Champ: Oh, shit. Head to the sick bay. Have Ginger check you out. [Tequila walks to the door] Champ: [whistles] Hey, give him your glasses. [Tequila throws his glasses to Eggsy] Champ: You're in luck, kid. Put them on. You get our finest senior agent to join you instead. Right now, he's in our New York office. Galahad, meet Agent Whiskey. [Eggsy puts on the glasses and sees a hologram of Agent Whiskey] Whiskey: Kid, looks like we're hookin' up with a chick at a rock concert. My favorite kind of mission. I'm sending my jet to pick you up.