Speak, I fucking ask you, speak!

Open sesame!

I'm not here, Malcolm. You are fucking here.

Open your fucking mouth for once and say something. I'm not getting involved.

You fucking speak, you've always something to say.

I'm only a Cabinet Minister. Fuck off then! Don't fucking touch me.

Come on, Malcolm. You cannot fuck me, I am unfuckable.

I have never been fucked. And if you fucking try and fuck me,

you'll find my fucking arse will grow fucking fangs.

And fucking snap your cock off. Will you listen to me?

Let's hear it.

Listen to me for one second.

Go right ahead.

I told the press pack, would I?

That would be very, very unprofessional.

So there's no point in getting angry, because the show is over.

It's curtains. No curtain-call.

Everyone loved the show,

but it just wasn't buttering any parsnips any more, brother.

You don't have the fucking balls apart from that fucking inflated

fucking boil on the fucking end of your fucking neck...

Oh, look. Oh...

(Malcolm Tucker resigns.)

Looks pretty factual to me. Fuck this. Fuck this.

Kate, Kate...

It's Andy Murray's agent. Get her to piss off.

Hi... No, absolutely not.

Malcolm's gone! I'll call you back.

has resigned." Malcolm's resigned.

What? Tape the telly... Tucker's gone! He's resigned.

Happy days.

I just want to hug someone. Is this good? It feels good.

Are we sure it's good? Not because I don't want to hug you, Terri.

I'm not fucking finished.

You are finished though, that's what I've been trying...

What are you doing to her?