Yes, well, don't you worry about Nicola's plan -

Big shit, granola, check the e-mail, shower and a shave, Nespresso...

sometimes a second shit.

Nicola has a plan, that's not good -

but I have a plan that's fucking great.

cos those are the poor fuckers who gave everything

Fuck, that sounds like a racist tribute band.

Fuck annoy!

What's she doing, is she fucking sniffing the pens at night?

This is, this can't go on - this is fucking suicide.

I mean, Nicola...

Karaoke, you can't take her karaoke off her. Fucking wish I could!

Nicola's right, of course, she's right,

everyone will just be facing half an empty fucking chamber.

NICOLA LAUGHS

Well, maybe... You fox-faced fuck!

and fracture and shake him into an actual fucking smoothie.

Are you for the chop? It's a fucking hack pack.

You, fuck off! Get back to the fucking Flintstones.

Turn up like that again I'll fucking stick that down your throat

No questions, Nicola's got a government to bring down.

They're my notes but they're your shit suggestions.

They were taking a photo of Nicola... Cos you're an adult...

"Quite Batpeople" on EVERY fucking paper!

By the way, the next time you want to make Nicola look like a clown,

with her fucking hair on fire,

so the partially sighted can be in on the fucking gag?!

Yes and he's a 24 carat fucking nutcase.

Which means that Peter Mannion

I do my fucking job!

Well, do you do your fucking job out of a sense of obligation

Oh, let me boomer-fucking-rang that one right back at you, do you believe in you?

Cos I can't see any fucking fire in your eyes.

"Oh, I've fucking had enough," and go off and get a blanket from the car.

You have to really fucking want to do this. This is what I'm telling you!