being careful not to tread in the mess.

So, you think...

I should challenge her? What the fuck is this?

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Cunt?!

Do you or do you not want to be the next leader of this party?

Yes.

Well, she needs to fuck off in eight months,

so it looks like we're giving her a chance.

I will teach you the way of tears and love, my friend.

Now let's get out of this fucking cupboard

before Ben Swain comes in for his lunchtime wank.

And I agree that we no longer have the luxury,

the privilege of thinking in the abstract about politics.

How's Martina Luther King doing?

It's like that old show Faking It. PHONE BEEPS

She's a shit politician pretending to be a,

pretending to be, er, a mediocre one.

What's that text? It's not a text.

Show me the text. It's telling me to tell you to mind your own business.

Show me the text! No, no, get off.

Show me. No, get off, it's a girl sexting me, Malcolm.

Practising for Strictly. Get off my fucking...

Give me my fucking...

What is this tiny font?

Is it to match your subatomic thoughts?

Give me my phone, Malcolm.

"As I thought, we're dropping BC," what does that mean?

That's my friend who works in education.

The government are dropping the reforms

to the primary school breakfast club policy.

OK, let's rewind here a bit, stick man.

Nicola is about to adopt a policy that is so toxic

that this stony-hearted government of fucking puppy killers is dropping it?

Yeah. Shit in my porridge.

Get a dart gun and go and fucking kill her.

No, no, think about it. This is exactly what we want, right?