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Napoleon: Hey Peril, you alone?

Illya: Almost always, yeah.

Gaby: Illya, I screwed up big time.

Illya: Gaby, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific

Napoleon: Do you ever think that maybe there’s more to life than being really, really, ridiculously good-looking?

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tinyfuriosa request: this caption on this scene

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u.n.c.l.e and rec

Waverly: I am going to send you on a mission.

Gaby: Why?

Waverly: Because of all the good work you’ve done.

Gaby: I have the lowest success record of anyone here.

Waverly: That’s… no. No, it’s not about numbers, Gaby. It’s about attitude.

Gaby:I have the worst attitude of any person here.

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have yall seen where illya’s fuckng legs are in this tiny tiny car

mugger: nice shoes, maybe you give them to me?

illya: I think your feet are too small[smug look]

Me: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

#BIG DIIIICK

Gaby: [pushing her way through a crowd] Excuse me... Pardon me, please, it's important... Illya, please?

Illya: EVERYBODY MOVE!

[path clears immediately]

Gaby: Thank you.

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u.n.c.l.e buck

uncledaily

I am only a mortal woman, and during all of Gaby and Illya’s scenes together my heart made the shriek-y goat screaming noises from those viral Youtube videos.

it’s from this article:

Armie Hammer in “The Man From U.N.C.L.E.” is a Religious Experience

but I feel like I wrote this myself

(via uncledaily)

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Parks and U.N.C.L.E. (4/?)

Waverly: How long have you been sleeping with Solo?

Illya: That’s disgusting. And wrong. I don’t even get– why would– I’ve never had sex with anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your- you have- the nerve, the audacity, Napoleon is my partner, technically. And he is terrible, face-wise. And how- how- do I know, frankly, that you’re not sleeping with him? Maybe you are. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off? Hmm check and mate.