
What's the problem? Fuck...
Official documentation of various crises

Hugh, what? Stop saying what. Right. I shouldn't have been sucked in! Is this Tucker jumping on this?

I think he was right. He's always fucking right.

Hugh... When Tucker was talking to me, "should" didn't mean "yes".

Something like, Social Affairs Minister Hugh Abbot

It isn't fucking appreciated right now.

The last thing I want to do today is be stuck in a fucking lay-by, begging my ex-girlfriend!

Yes. You should have said something before, Glenn, because I've got a file that fucking thick of that

and they said it was fucking disgusting, the state of it.

That's shit, isn't it?

You've fucking cracked! Are you mad?

That's what we've been doing! We've been doing our fucking jobs! Yes, they never print that stuff, do they?

Well, that was a fucking disaster.

Fucking well done, mate! You turned it around.

All those years at the coal-face, hanging in, taking all the shit.

When you're senior Cabinet minister, then we'll show them. And Snooper Force... What? We'll get rid of that.

Oh, for fuck sake, yeah! Fiddling while Rome burns. Fucking right!

Instead of all the shit that we do. Have to do. It's a means to an end!

Fuck me, Malcolm! How do you do that?

Prime Minister, obviously he's on the plane in Stockholm, and somebody hits him with The World At One.

Don't should me, Hugh,

It's should in the sense that you should do as you're fucking told. Yeah. What...

Fuck them.

I have to fucking explain it to you! You haven't been here long enough.

You cunt! We're fucked! Great(!)

This is the real world, Terri. We're fucked.

a fucking porn picture of a girl sucking a big cock,

with your face and name on it, Glenn's, Hugh's, and big arrows showing who spoke to who

and how you all fucked it up! I think I could write that one myself, Olly.

or a fucking whiff of a story, so long as she kept her sorry hack bitch face

Hello? Hugh Abbot here...

and making snide remarks about how I don't know who Gail Porter is! We did dick her about, Hugh. Yeah.

You look like shit. I know.

Look, Hugh do yourself a favour stay over in the flat.

Ooh, good call. Yeah Hugh, not remembering the dead,

We're going to get this tosser, Hugh, don't you worry.