Call My Bluff or whatever it is, I'm supposed to be... Come back in here!

Hey, come back in here! Julius, get the fuck back in here!

Please, please, come back.

Let's be civilised. Let's be civilised about it.

Let's be civilised. There are human resources outside. There are human resources outside.

Go over to your fucking pantry, right. This is a perfectly usable office space.

Cool it for one minute, OK? Cool it and just fucking...

Cool it, shut up and fucking listen to me.

This is an old fucking Georgian door. Do you know how long this has been here?

No idea. Since the time of Elizabeth I, at least. Look.

That does not open. Look at it. Try opening it.

Surely what stuff you like. Malcolm! Character-building. Team-building.

Put your hand there, try to open it. It's a pantry. It's my fucking pantry. Open the fucking door.

Try! What's wrong, you don't want to touch it?

I was at the Woolsey with Emma. Emma, that's still your opposition bit of skirt, is it?

Yeah. Don't say bit of skirt, Hugh, makes you sound like Sid James. Minister, good morning.

Good morning. Hello. You off for the 8.30? Yep, into the house of the snakes.

Sorry. Grass snakes are benign, aren't they?

Can you, can you try, really try, you know, to get the goss on the re-shuffle?

I don't really care how desperate you look at this point.

So don't pussyfoot around. OK, I will really give it a go this time.

Thanks. I thought you'd be up all night doing the invitations for my party.

Don't worry about that, look. I am desperate, I don't really want to look desperate, like Glenn.

God, here we go again. Yeah, like Glenn what?

Well, I was just saying, the last time you saw a snatch was...

Basic instinct. You see that's good. That's the kind of repartee

I need with the PM's wife. It's that final "k-tsss", you see, that's the bit I'm missing.

Yeah, I think you could drop the snatch material with the PM's wife, don't you? Well, OK.

Between the snatch and the Euro there's some sort of happy medium.

Morning, morning, morning. What's the story in Bala-fucking-mory?

Who can tell me the issues of the moment? First to answer wins a big massive boat.

Alicia, she says Nicholson is squelching

his way through the building, so we're on standby at least.

Can't we just kill him? What about just firing him at a wall from a cannon?

Just a wall two feet away so he...

We force-feed him a mixture of garlic and Dettol in Cupasoup.