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The sassy British espionage buddies edition.

A new Agent Carter vid, but it's finally something about the lighter aspects of the show. Granted, I never made this kind of vid before, and I'm rubbish with captions so I decided to skip adding that, but still, these two are golden and it needed to be vidded. :)

Theoretically up to 1x05, but technically it's just to 1x04 since I didn't find anything to add from the latest episode.

Show: Agent Carter

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Voiceovers:

"The next time you approach a woman in a dark alley, you might introduce yourself."
"Miss Carter. You're coming with me."
"Well, I shall endeavour to remember that, provided my concussion isn't too severe."

"You're new to espionage, aren't you?"
"Too late!"
"Far from it. Last summer, I caught the cook pocketing the good spoons."

"Miss Carter?"
"Do you know anyone else handling high explosives at this time of night?"

"So, I've got two foreign agents with no voice boxes fighting over a milk truck full of experimental implosives."
"Just another day at the office."

"My involvement with you and Mr. Stark could, on the face of it, be considered treasonous."
"Indeed, it could."
"I don't need to know the details of your past, Mr. Jarvis."
"I appreciate that. Thank you."
...
"I was wrong. I need to know."

"Oh! Yes, this could prove useful. Oh, don't be lewd."

"Just keep driving!"
"Could you be slightly more specific?"
"No!"

"Go! Go!"
"Don't you want to get in?"

"It would seem it works."

"I can assure you, I have far more tact than you give me credit... Oh. You've popped a button."
"No."

"You're not really dressed for it, I'm afraid."

"You've done this before."
"Himalayas before the war. Though, at the time, I was strapped to a very amusing Spaniard named..."

"Good night, Mr. Jarvis."
"I do wish you'd change your mind and allow me to accompany you."

"Car trouble?"
"Nothing that can't be fixed."
"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I thought you'd be more impressed."
"Well, I'm not. I told you I don't need your help."
"An ideal butler provides service without being asked."
"Ugh. Put it back."

"I promised my wife a soufflé, and if I don't get it in the oven by..."
"Mr. Jarvis, what was once a theory is now a bomb, so apologies to your wife, but dinner will have to wait."
"No, you're quite right."

"So, how are you two getting along? Peggy tried Anna's goulash? Peggy, Jarvis know you can do 107 one-armed pushups?"

"Comfortable back there, Mr. Jarvis?"
"Perfectly, thank you. These racks of explosives have distracted me from the smell of stale milk."
"Oh, good. You did say you wanted to help."

"Mr. Jarvis, you do realize that this job will have certain after-hours requirements?"
"So does my wife, Miss Carter. Good night."

"For God's sake, will you please stop shooting things?!"

"Mr. Stark deemed me worthy of his trust. I would hope that would suffice."
"Mr. Stark would trust a shark to not bite him if it was wearing a short enough skirt. That's not entirely relevant."

"The sultry combination of candlelight and rain always puts me out like a baby."
"You're quite the guard dog."

"My landlady gave me an idea."
"Oh, splendid. Why, now if we could get an opinion from your butcher..."

"It causes involuntary catastrophic muscle contraction. It was originally designed for back massage."
"Hmm."

"Well, that works."
"Not if you want a massage."

"But I'm coming with you."
"Mr. Jarvis, that cook with the spoons... Was she a large woman? Violent?"
"Well, no, she was quite diminutive, actually, but she had a vicious tongue and extremely long... fingernails."