Are you moving offices or something?

Yeah, you could say that. I'm going to a prison cell.

Oh, Glenn! Yeah.

No! Yeah.

I've decided I'm going to resign.

Then after that I'm going to go to a police station and hand myself in.

No, no, no, no... I perjured myself at the inquiry, Terri.

They'll find out. They always do.

I'll have a roof over my head, three meals a day and regular sex.

I might even work out. Get some abs.

What about your sister, Glenn? You've got to whitewash her walls!

Come out, everyone!

Tally-ho!

Yoo-hoo!

Come on, bring out your fucking dead.

Right, everybody, listen. I've got an announcement to make.

Erm... What is it? Have you got an erection? No.

I would like to tell you all that I'm resigning.

Is that it? No, you closeted Regency homosexual, that is not it.

Morally, this department is in the gutter.

Thanks for the speech, Glenn, but we have work... You stay and take the punishment! Hoo-hoo-hoo!

I will lamp you, with a lamp. Glenn, you've gone a tiny bit psychotic, my love.

You, Fergus,

when you asked me to join you, all you had was your principles,

but over the last two years, you've bent like a human fucking palm tree,

swaying to the guff of these six-toed, born-to-rule pony fuckers.

If you're going to go, just go.

Oh! Spare us this Peter Finch bullshit.

Adam, you're waiting for your turn!

Oh, no, I remember!

It's your turn right now!

Brilliant. Bring it.

You are simply the most loathsome human being I have ever met. Yeah.

You were so well suited at the Mail, it's a shame you came over here.

Hear, hear!

Do you know what? I hate you both. Tweedletwat and Tweedleprick.