So, thanks, fellas. Don't be strangers.

Oh, Phil, is it too much for you? It's strong! Oh, poor old Phil!

Did you get it in your eye?

I've got an image now of you puking up on some stripper's shoes

and then bursting into tears.

Drinking on the job, Peter. Why not? You've already got the efficiency of a man who's half-cut.

Oh, then I must have dreamt that my idea had successfully reduced the arrest backlog.

DoSAC did do rather well today, er, actually. Thank you.

But there's a conspicuous blockage that will lead to a personnel change.

Stewart, you're out. You're going to be pickled in a think tank.

WOMAN: What?

Of course I am, Mary. And whose authority is this coming from, hmm?

The PM, whilst acknowledging the need for thoughts,

is keener on actions these days.

I'm going to be providing those.

Stewart, there's no need for you to clear your desk,

cos you're a walking thought pod, aren't you?

Absolutely. Thank you very much.

Thanks.

Um, you know...

I've spent ten years detoxifying this party, hmm?

It's been a bit like renovating an old, old house, yeah?

You can take out a sexist beam here, a callous window there,

replace the odd homophobic roof tile.

But after a while you realise that this renovation is doomed.

Because the foundations are built on what

I can only describe as a solid bed of cunts.

Wow!

EMMA: Bye, Stewart.

Bye-bye, Stewart.

Thanks for everything!

Sod it.

Now, if we can just get a couple of pictures,

someone will give you a knife and fork,

and if you can pretend to eat me.

What a great day!