Incident Reports

Are you telling me he's still in a fucking ba... Sorry, excuse me.

Tell him to get out of the fucking bar, or I will come along

Just scoop your guts up, put them in a fucking wheelbarrow and come over.

Olly, whose initiation rite into our little cabal of shitty devils here,

Ah, Team Peter. Come on, guys.

I just want to get an overview, Peter.

Ah! Peter, incompetent.

Oh, shit with a capital shit. We've got to go.

Oh my giddy fuck.

Why are you even fucking telling me that?

When there is a shit on your doorstep, you hose it off.

I got rid of Nicola for you. You owe me.

Rudolf Hess's fucking senile older brother.

I can't even fucking hear you.

Listen, Mary Queen of fucking Shits.

like a fucking Cornish pasty.

Hang your steaming entrails all around the Tower of fucking London.

Catch you later, you fucking traitor.

Stewart Pearson. I'm the fucking wanker's lodestone today!

OK 'Bright Eyes'. I'm massively fucking reassured.

is you can't blame me for this, Peter.

You shouldn't resign, Peter.

I am a, a world expert in, in, in Peter Mannion.

34. I've, I've given you everything, Peter.

I'm never going to get anyone pregnant, OK? I'm fucking seedless.

Where as she's just, just a fucking baby bomb! OK?

Peter, you must understand. I am an innocent woman. I'm the "DoSac One".

You're all shit. I'm going to sort it out, by myself.

I insist, I insist. Peter, please.

Now fuck off to your office and organise the wedding.

Did a liquid shit on it. Trousers down.

And where did the shit go? All over Mannion.

Fuck, hang on.

Uh, check the fucking emails.

What the fuck did you give to Glenn?

But it's the whole... We're on the email! Oh, fucking hell.