What d'you want me to do - resign(?)
No, no! N... No, that is... I'm NOT going, over this. The way out...
This is madness! ..is for you to... Malcolm, this desire for perfection
is... But I am not perfect, I am just a person, right?
And I need to sleep, need to eat and occasionally I need to take a dump!
What's next? Do we put THAT on the evening news, o-on the front page(?)
"Minister In Disgusting Defecation Outburst"! Mollie Sugden at No. 10 - did you enjoy your shit, Mr Abbot?
They should just clone ministers so we're born at 55 with no past.
And no flats and no genitals.
Just a world of robots in a... It's like a futuristic film.
And YOU'D enjoy that. You'd be in your little space station
surrounded by...obedient androids
like that fucking brushed-aluminium Dan Miller cyberprick!
It IS possible to have a good resignation, you know!
A good resignation(?) I look forward to how you're gonna sell THIS to me.
Look, people really like it when you go just a bit early.
Steely-jawed, far-away look in your eyes. Before they sit in the pub going, "That fucker's got to go,"
you SURPRISE them. "Blimey! He's gone. I didn't expect that."
"Resigned? You don't see that much now." "Old school. Respect. I rather liked the guy."
"He was hounded out by the fucking Press!" How about THAT, huh?
What a way to go! Yeah?
(It's probably gonna be... It's gonna be Hugh that has to go this time.)
Yeah. WHEEZY CACKLE
SHE LAUGHS ALOUD
..Yeah, no, it is, it's very sad. Very sad.
OK, Tom, yeah... Yes, indeed. Two minutes, two minutes.
Tom's finishing up with the Prime Minister now. I'm gonna join them.
Yup. You might as well stay here. Yeah. Try and make it quick.
You sure it wouldn't help if I sat in with you? No. No, no...
Well, we'll be talking about you. Yeah. It'd be awkward, wouldn't it?
Of course. Very. You just...relax.
Help yourself to a paper or something.
It'll be fine in the end. I mean...
(We'll just get another doomed, middle-aged man in on Monday morning
(who'll come through the door,
(stride about a bit, spunk off...