and fucking maim every single fucking one of them, OK?

He's one of these fucking Popsbridge types.

It's Hugh... What is it?!

but I could easily just pop in and talk to... I could fucking kick the shit out of Mark Davies. Yeah.

A bit of fucking yin and yang.

What the fuck do you think?

Fucking Tweenies tour-dates(!) The MoD IT overspend.

This is brilliant. I love these pipes. Er, Hugh.

Geoff Holhurst is up to his neck in shit over his son's IT firm

and everyone's been talking about the Hugh thing. Yes.

called "Minister looks a tit."

For fuck's sake!

Try to fuck up the numbers, right? Hit the phones. Everyone on the phones.

E-mail them fucking words of information.

or I'll be up their arses like a fucking Biafran ferret!

Fucking hell! I know, he's gone AWOL.

Oh, for fuck's sake. Where is she now? Is she looking for him?

Where's he gone? Fuck! Ron!

Somebody start bumping up that Hugh Abbot story, right?

Eh, eh? Do you think you're fucking immune? Get plugging!

Can you handle that, fuckwit?

Can you fucking handle it? Yes, I can handle it.

Your fucking girlfriend! Are you off your head?! You said...

Don't give me any fucking static,

"They're from a different fucking species."

and why are they so fucking fat? And stupid.

Ollie, it's Glenn. I've got Hugh for you.

Bernadette. Where's the fucking fax from the Standard?

Not exactly, Hugh.

I'm on it, Hugh.

Ollie. We need you to fuck Hugh for us.

They're 50/50 on bumping Hugh up to the top of the bill

Go, for fuck's sake, you big fucking prick!

I'll cut your fucking ears off! We need it done.

HUGH ON NEWS: '..In tragic cases... She's not dead! She's not dead!'