I'm not fucking finished.

Don't worry. Leave her fucking alone.

Nicola, hi! He's gone. I know. Would you like a glass of wine?

cos that's where you fucking belong.

You shafted me, boy. I'll fucking strike you, Malcolm.

You will fucking see me again.

You, fucking speak! You've always fucking got something to say.

I'm only a cabinet minister! Fuck off then.

You will fucking see me again!

Show's over, OK? Fucking bacteria.

A really shit era though, isn't it? Whooooo!

I'd rather fuck a real dragon.

How does that... How does that even work? Fuck, no, I don't care.

Would you please fucking well...!

Great. Actually, can I have a word with you, Nicky? Yeah. Nicola.

Fuck off! Go and put your glasses back on.

It's a bullshit description but, you know, it paints a picture.

talking to other people who, like you, have been through the shits.

Nicola, there's someone called Hannah on line three, she's from the Centre of Economic...

Because I heard from very good sources that the opposition will be getting the Fucker in.

They're definitely getting the Fucker in. I haven't heard that.

The Fucker, he coming. He coming to your town.

You do know why they call him the Fucker, don't you, Terri?

Is it because he's a bit of a fucker?

It's not going to be easy for Peter Mannion.

to be heard over a force 10 fucking from the Fucker. Piers, hello.

I fuck lobsters for money.

It's going to be like that, except with fucking more quim, you know?

in a cage, fucking lump hammer each, whacking the shit out of each other.

The last man standing wins a fucking Ford Focus.

between three to four cabinet ministers who are disgruntled,

As my nephew would say, this shit just got real. Your nephew?

Are you out of your tiny shiny fucking mind?

Come back here and mop up the fucking splatter from my own assassination?

You schizo hat-fuck.