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Would you like to view this in our US edition? Would you like to view this in our Canadian edition? Would you like to view this in our UK edition? Steve: What about Julius Nicholson? Malcolm Tucker: See, that was flown by one of Nicholson's mob. I'm spending half of my time now dealing with that rubbish that Nicholson's putting out there! Steve: There's a Sunday piece in the pipeline about you and him not getting along.

Just wondered if you've got a line. Malcolm Tucker: Yeah. He now has a wide ranging brief and his blue-sky vision and helicopter-thinking will enable this government to go, in his own phrase, beyond delivery and beyond that'. That's the line, ok? And if he does stick his baldie head round your door and comes up with some stupid idea about policemen's helmets should be yellow or let's set up a department to count the moon, just treat him like someone with Helzheimer's disease, you know?

Just say 'yes, that's lovely, that's good, we must talk about that later', ok? Hugh Abbot: Just thought you'd like to know as soon as possible. Terry's dad? Malcolm Tucker: Have you not heard? He's paralised. Neil's on wheels. He's a vegetable. Malcolm Tucker: I know you're looking for mouth-to-mouth on the reshuffle, but I don't know anything about it and even the PM is still working it out on the back of a Coldplay CD as we speak. Hugh Abbot: [arguing about Hugh remaining in the dark on the 's situation] Why didn't you tell me, Glenn? What possible reason did you have? You saw me, I was swinging like a colostomy bag!

Glenn Cullen: Oh, Hugh, grow up! Stuff happens in this department every day, I can't tell you everything! Malcolm Tucker: Alright, guys, thanks very much for staying on. Julius Nicholson, right? Blue-sky thinker? Ex-business guru? Dog rapist? He's being a nuisance to me, he's also got plans of squizzing your department so hard, you'll be lucky to be left with one bollock between the three of you.

So all I'm doing here is asking you, formally, if you will join me in a little bit of a circle jerk? Oliver Reeder: Alot of guys in a circle, all, you know Well, I assume you don't mean literally, do you? Call him, now. Tell him that you're getting that Nicholson is gonna get Foreign Sec in the reshuffle. Glenn Cullen: [on the phone] Tony!

How's it dangling, yeah? Listen, I just want to run something past you. I wonder if you're hearing what, you know, I've been hearing, that Nicholson's gonna be getting Foreign Sec. Hugh Abbot: [on the phone] Hi, Colin! It's Hugh Abbot speaking, how are you? Got a decent back hand yet?

Hugh, Hugh Abbot, we played tennis together. Yeah, yeah! Glenn Cullen: [on the phone] I know it's probably bollocks, but that's what we all thought when Jim was up for Home Secretary. Next thing we know, he's given up the Colombian marching powder and taken up the sacraments. Hugh Abbot: [on the phone] Foreign Secretary is exactly where he should be, he's a smart guy.

I think at one point I called him a dog rapist. Malcolm Tucker: [on the phone] Cath! I don't know where it's come from, I've been getting it as well! Stonewall them, ok? I'll talk to the boss! Yeah, look, I'm really sorry to interrupt you, but we're getting hit on the blind side here! Stuff about Julius Nicholson? Cath's and I phones are both white hot. Stuff about him becoming Foreign Sec!

Am I out of the loop here? Well, person that's most likely to be getting his mates to put this kind of stuff around is Julius Nicholson. You put so much hope in them, they always let you down. I think maybe Julius needs to have his wings clipped a wee bit, you know. Do you wanna do it? I think you're right, I think it's better if I just had a little chat. I'll see you in the morning. Eight missed messages!

Sleep lightly. Hugh Abbott: No, No I am not a liar! I categorically did not knowingly not tell the truth, even though unknowingly i might not have done. Oliver Reeder: Mister Malcolm Tucker, turning it all the way up to eleven down at the lobby, come and have a look. Hugh Abbott: [all watch Tucker bollocking another minister] Poor Keith! Glenn Cullen: Trouble is we're gonna be getting some of that in about an hour. Hugh Abbott: Yeah.

I don't know which is worse - watch him slowly rumble towards you like a prostate cancer or him appearing suddenly out of nowhere like a severe stroke. How's your sister coping? Hugh Abbott: [looking at a giant pot-plant in his office] Where did that come from? Malcolm Tucker: [making a seriously scary face] No, this is my bollocking face. She always remembers the little people. Malcolm Tucker: I like your tan, by the way. Have you declared it? Staying at the villa of an influential friend? Hugh Abbott: I haven't got any influential friends, Malcolm. You are my only influential friend.

Malcolm Tucker: So, this super-schools bill. You don't think it's so super, do you? What a cunt! Oliver Reeder: [to Terri] Apparently The Sun are running a cartoon with you being arrested by a cunt-stable. Malcolm Tucker: Right, Terri, you're gonna give a press conference in 90 minutes and you're gonna apologise.

There's your statement, learn it. Malcolm Tucker: God, right, ok well, seen as you're not used to this, I'll go through it for you, ok? What happens at a press conference is this - a bunch of press people are gonna appear, they got things called cameras and microphones and mobile phones and hangovers and bad breath.

Then you are gonna walk out and you're gonna read from what we call a "prepared statement". I promise that I will never call an 8 year old girl a cunt again. Thank you".

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Everybody goes home and then we wait and we see what happens. The best case is you get keep your job, although you will forever be known as The Sweary Woman of Whitehall. Terri Coverley: Did you send an e-mail this morning, about me, calling me a cunt? Oliver Reeder: No! No, I never use that word, let alone about you, no, absolutely, I won't use it until, you know, it's been fully normalized and has no further assosiation with the Oliver Reeder: It's what we call him, 'cause he can stand in the middle of the atrium, just shout all across.

Hugh Abbott: I don't wanna see him, not at the moment, I can't take one of his scenes from "The Exorsist" just now. Malcolm Tucker: Right. How're you doing, in sorting out whether he lied or not, you doing ok? I'm sorry about that, Glenn, the situation's just Oliver Reeder: It's what we call him, 'cause he can stand in the middle of the atrium, just shout all around.

Hugh Abbott: I don't wanna see him, not at the moment, I can't take one of his scenes from "The Exorcist" just now. Malcolm Tucker: [on the phone] He's making Paul Remmington a cabinet minister. Rem-tard Remmington. He's so dense, that light bends around him. Who's Tom Rudd? Tom Rudd? Oliver Reeder: Awwww Look at Glenn Your face.

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On the scrap heap at the tender age of 76, it's no life for you, is it - Glenn-nes. Hey, do you want me to call Dignitas? I could call Indignitas. They could come around and shove you out of the window, dressed as a clown. Nicola Murray: I'm not nervous, you know, it's just Malcolm's sort of one of those things that I'm aware of without ever having really coming to contact with. Like a rat. Oliver Reeder: No, he'd hate that. He thinks of himself as a sort of thin white Mugabe. Malcolm Tucker: All right, Hinge and Bracket.

It's time to hang up your lady cocks. Malcolm Tucker: Bin it. People don't like their politicians to be comfortable. Nicola Murray: Okay, fine. So what should I be sitting on? Should I just get an upturned KFC bucket? Nicola Murray: Katie's sixteen, she's the oldest. She's just left the school. Malcolm Tucker: What sort of a rebel? What are we talking here, are we talking a pierced navel or holidays in Pakistani training camp?

Nicola Murray: It's chiefly heroin. Although she has cut down since getting pregnant by that Nigerian people smuggler, because the track marks would have affected her porn carreer. Malcolm Tucker: It's just that you were a sort of late-ish kind of appointement. Nicola Murray: My family is off limits, alright? This job is not going to get anywhere near my husband and my kids. Just doesn't. You know what you are? Malcolm Tucker: You hit the phones, right?

I'll be with you in two shakes of a crying baby. Malcolm Tucker: [on the phone] Well you know, Howard, she's not bent, either in the sense of being corrupt or being gay. And by the way, that's an incredibly homophobic headline, you massive poof. You've got egg on your face, Howard, you over-easy piss-bag. Nicola Murray: Not hugely - I can be in rooms, you've seen that. I just don't do lifts, that's all. Malcolm Tucker: This lift is This is bigger than some rooms! This is bigger than some people's flats! Malcolm Tucker: Oh, well that's great. Malcolm Tucker: Glenn. See this Dickensian hysteric who's just gone home?

Here's what you do, right? You're make out you're the Great Oz, yeah? You make a big noise to impress Nicola. But secretly, you're wanking behind the curtain to me all the time. Malcolm Tucker: Don't kill yourself, well not over this, you know. I just want you to make her feel good, you know? You can be a friend of Dorothy's, can't ya? Malcolm Tucker: [to a fellow Communications guy] Hey, well done on Fatty's profile! Malcolm Tucker: The PM is not going to sack you after a week.

Malcolm Tucker: Could you just pull in over here? And you could take out that cyclist as you go in, I think he's shadow cabinet. Glenn Cullen: It's my duty to advise you of appendix 4 of a Data Protection Acts advisory note to government departments. Nicola Murray: Somebody has just done a huge poo on my desk and I want it cleared up. Malcolm Tucker: Little pigs Little pigs. Let me come in. Don't worry about the hair on the chiny-chin-chin. Malcolm Tucker: I'm sorry, I didn't realise that I had to run all my calls through your bed-wetters switchboard here.

I usually just dial Nicola Murray: There has been a massive irretrievable data loss. The last 7 months worth of new immigrant details have gone, apparently lost in the computer. Malcolm Tucker: Oh Nicola Murray: Can I just say that getting angry isn't gonna help anything. I've done anger, I'm currently at grief, I'm working my way towards bargaining, whatever, you know, you're behind me Malcolm Tucker: So, what is your great strategy for dealing with this?

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Malcolm Tucker: Let's go, let's get going. High-level technical discussion, I'm up for it. Terri Coverley: Right. Blaming the departmenet, minister, might be a high-risk strategy. Nicola Murray: My pitch would be - this departement is fatally flawed. It's out of condition, it's obese, it's astmatic. Oliver Reeder: Seriously, I think we should talk about my strategy futher because I really think that's the way What's she got to say?

You've got something to say to add to the conversation? Robyn Murdoch: No, just that there was no Lemon zinger so uhm This is coffee, is that alright? Malcolm Tucker: You're a new broom, you're sweeping up trouble with one end, broom handling incompetent staff up the tunnel with the other.

Malcolm Tucker: John, how you doing. I just want to tell you, I really enjoyed your novel. Nicola Murray: [after telling a journalist about the data loss incident] I'm sorry Malcolm, I'm really sorry Jesus Christ! Do you not think it would be germane to check who you're talking to Are you so dense?!! Am I gonna have to run around slapping badges on people with a big tick on some, and a big cross on others so you know when to shut your gob and when to open it? Jesus Christ Malcolm Tucker: So do you think this is gonna advance your career?

Is this you moving forward? Marianne Swift: At least my career has got a trajectory, whereas yours is about to crash head-on into a change of governement. Marianne Swift: Yeah, I tell you what, once it's printed I promise I come'll back to you for a reaction quote, how's that? Nicola Murray: Where in the civil service guidelines does it say it's absolutely fine to leave your minister alone with a hostile journalist, if you just can't be arsed to walk down the stairs? Malcolm Tucker: Get over here.

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Might be advisable to wear brown trousers and a shirt the colour of blood. Malcolm Tucker: I just wanted to say to you by the way of introductory remarks that I'm extremely miffed about today's events and in my quest to try to make you understand the level of my unhappines, I'm likely to use an awful lot of - what we would call - violent sexual imagery and I just wanted to check that neither of you would be terribly offended by that.

Malcolm Tucker: Enough! You took the data loss media strategy and you ate with a lump of E. And then you sprayed it our of your arse at mph. What would have happened if like George Martin would have done that? Malcolm Tucker: Fine, yeah, but I tell you what. Which makes me wonder - should I just go and talk to the boss, should I go and tell him "I don't think she's up to the job. Nicola Murray: Okay I messed up. I messed up, but I will from now on listen to every bit of advice you give me. I'll go on Question Time wearing a push up bra and a fez.

I'll do the hustings on stilts if that's what you tell me the strategy is because you know about that stuff, Malcolm I know that. It's just that I've got things that I want to do, alright? Malcolm Tucker: The Mail have the motherload on this - right? So that means there's a way through this for us but it entails you, my dear, eating a complete concrete mixer full of humble pie.

Terri Coverley: No no - it's just that this is the first bit of the meeting that hasn't been about expletives and fezes and stilts and teabagging. I mean, this is the bit that relates to media management. Malcolm Tucker: I didn't say anything about teabagging. Do you even know what teabagging is?

Terri Coverley: Not really, no. I'm told it's unpleasant. Who'd you want me to call? Malcolm Tucker: The Mail. Get The Mail in. Okay, come on, The Cheeky Girls, that's it, back on tour. Oliver Reeder: Glenn, mate What would you do if you found that a dongle that everyone had thought was lost was right at the bottom of your second best bag? Glenn Cullen: I don't think, we'd want it back. Right now, Ollie, Nicola hates us but if she knew we'd found it - she'd start laughing.

Hating is better than laughing. Trust me. Malcolm Tucker: [on the phone] We need to pursuade Matt Delany not to cross the floor. Nicola Murray: It's bonkers, isn't it? It's like trying to get through Israeli customs wearing a t-shirt saying "I heart bombing Israel". Glenn Cullen: Listen, John, on the outside chance she might just prefer to meet a human being, I'm going down with you. Oliver Reeder: Good idea.

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You could buy her a coffee. You could buy her a collapse-achino. John Duggan: Might bring back memories of her Latte husband. As in late husband. Great chemistry. We'll have to put something else in the speech. Yeah, I don't know. What about the missus? Can we bring her out again? Well, she basically has that thing of appearing to be a normal human being, that seems to play well. John Duggan: Oh, no, I'm just obeying orders. Like a Nazi guard, but in a non-gassy way. Glenn Cullen: I don't think that Malcolm saw my point of view. I got punched. Malcolm Tucker: [Glenn's in the bathroom after Tucker punched him.

Tucker comes into the room] Where's the patient? Glenn's been through enough as it is. Listen mate, I'm really I'm under a lot of pressure right now. I'm trying to plug a lot of leaks. I've had my finger in the dyke but the dyke's really very squirty. Malcolm Tucker: Shut up.

We're old soldiers, right? This is like the war time, ok? I mean, every now and then you're gonna get an incedent of friendly fire. Malcolm Tucker: Let's roll some tits up the flagpole and see if anyone gets wood. Malcolm Tucker: [wearing a tuxedo] Believe me, I'd like to slip into something a lot more comfortable, like a coma. Malcolm Tucker: Squeeze my cock and call me Nancy!

Were you born in a barn, Glenn? Jesus Christ, that's a tiny kettle! Oliver Reeder: What happened to Terri? She looks like a female-impersonator. Emma Messinger: I wonder if we'd get to sneak up on Ollie and catch him not working. Phil Smith: Better still, I'd like to see him getting bollocked by Malcolm. Peter Mannion: Morning comrades! How's the revolution? Malcolm Tucker: When the Opposition's here, ou tell them nothing except where the toilets are, and you lie about that. Oliver Reeder: Let's make the mood a bit nicer, a bit sexier [turns out the lamp].

Oliver Reeder: Sorry, I was just being romantic. Like I was ordered to by the Romance Nazi. The fat-cat's story breaking, so the Opposition are gonna be sweating like Vegas Elvis on a squash court. Malcolm Tucker: Stop saying that, right? Just you go home. What is this? Is this my new anal beads? OK, this has been X-Rayed, yeah? This could be from anyone. He wonders why we don't let him out in public.

Emma Messinger: [turns on the radio] I gotta listen to this Richard Bacon thing. Oliver Reeder: Talk radio! Don't worry, I've done some of my best shagging to Caesar the Geezer. Emma Messinger: Could you just stop talking shit for a second so we could listen to your boss talking shit? Oliver Reeder: You know when your mom walked out, you think maybe it wasn't just about your dad? Malcolm Tucker: [on the phone to Glenn] Are you producing porno now for the visually impared?

What is it, bukake at bedtime? Boo to Nanny, and claw back some personal responsibility in the name of common sence. Peter Mannion: And as we speak, who should come rolling along the corridor but Malcolm Tucker, the man who was once refered to as the Gorbals Goebbels. Give me his number. How do you think that sounds, huh? Because it makes everybody look bad.

Stewart Pearson: Okay, I'll go with a different angle, then. How do you think it would land with your female voters if they were to find out that Tom Rudd forced his secretary into having an abortion? Malcolm Tucker: That was her own personal choice and by the way, it wasn't his. Stewart Pearson: Wow! So him paying for that private clinic, then, was just because he's such a nice man? Malcolm Tucker: He IS a nice man. What about your nice man at central planning, eh? But he wasn't such a nice man, was he? But I suppose that's just part of your common sense checklist, yeah. Stewart Pearson: You go check your facts, Malcolm, that was a domestic accident and nothing more.

Stewart Pearson: Oh, you want to talk about hardmen, Malcolm, yeah? Now, I know you've got to be hard to be a chief whip, but really, coke dealing at university? Stewart Pearson: Malcolm, he won't have a defence because you haven't got that picture because that didn't happen. Malcolm Tucker: Oh, that's very useful for you. You can claim that against your expenses, can't you? Malcolm Tucker: And you'll get that for free.

Stewart Pearson: No, listen, his statement says he will swear that one of your prominent back-bench MPs paid him to shit on his chest. Stewart Pearson: Right, look, this is out of order, okay? Here's the deal. We both, both make statements saying that our guys in there, they were not in possession of all the facts. But we're looking into it.

Stewart Pearson: What? Peter Mannion, MP? Old guard? Stewart Pearson: We can do that. We can just seal this in. Contain the toxicity. Chernobyl FM. Malcolm Tucker: That was her own personal choice and, by the way, it wasn't his. Malcolm Tucker: He is a nice man. Hey, am I right in thinking he's now godfather to one of the PM's kids, yeah?

Have you any idea of the amount of pressure that has been exerted on my skull, huh? Malcolm Tucker: And these crisp packets, cheese and onion, smoky bacon, have been stomped on. Malcolm Tucker: No, I'm over it, okay? Don't you apologise. You don't need to apologise. I love this place.

And they're slaughtering us, Terri. And you know what? But I am going to fashion a paddle out of that shit. Terri Coverley: Well, you know, I'm just trying to do my best and, you know, make sure I can still get home by Do you want a huggle? Malcolm Tucker: No, I think That's nice of you. I really appreciate it. Terri, it's been nice to have a chat but I have to get on.

Let's get back on track. Ben Swain: Look at this: a takeaway and a fight. Glenn Cullen: Malcolm's got to keep moving or he's dead. He's like a shark, or Bob Dylan. Malcolm Tucker: I was golfing with Stephen hawking. He lied about his handicap. I just sat in his lap. Other: We both know we don't like each other - everyone knows that. We are the Gallagher brothers of politics. Malcolm Tucker: How does that work? That's a lovely analogy. Steve Fleming: I'm just saying I'll gladly lend you a hand if you need to keep your head down.

Malcolm Tucker: I don't ned to keep my head down because unlike yourself I don't give blowjobs to truckers. Funky Town Central, here we come! Peter Mannion: I have a feeling management style has just gone from touchy-feely to smashy-testes. Stewart Pearson: I've spent ten years detoxifying this party. It's been a bit like renovating an old, old house, yeah? You can take out a sexist beam here, a callous window there, replace the odd homophobic roof tile. But after a while you realise that this renovation is doomed. Because the foundations are built on what I can only describe as a solid bed of cunts.

The audience will be on their feet. No children, no glory, no memoirs. Do you want this job? Malcolm Tucker: [Malcolm is trying to find the back door on a police station, to avoid the press. He and his lawyer got lost and ended up in a room full of garbage]. Oliver Reeder: Well, who says I even want to be you, Malcolm? Who says that? Malcolm Tucker: Nobody says that. Every fibre of your being, every stamen And trying to be me, you? Sleeping on your brother-in-law's sofa.

Oliver Reeder: And so on and so on, it doesn't have to be like that now, Malcolm, politics has actually changed. Oliver Reeder: Right. Yeah, yeah. And whilst you've been doing that, everybody else has been changing, and it's all a bit softcore now, it's all a bit algorithms now. You don't have to be Malcolm Tucker to sit in that chair. Stewart Pearson: Peter, you appear to have a car radio attached to your bath. Hey Peter, have you pimped your tub? Peter Mannion Phil Smith: No No of course you don't want to do that, no one wants to do that Phil Smith: I don't want to put him on loudspeaker Emma Messinger: [turns on the loudspeaker] Peter, hi it's Emma, listen Stewart says this really is the strategy.

Peter Mannion: We're supposed to be the Opposition for Chrissakes, in the old days we wouldn't have been weeping over his grave, we'd have been pissing on it. Emma Messinger: If we start point scoring now, we're just going to look like opportunist weasels. Peter Mannion: Tell Stewart I'm not doing it, tell him bollocks to it. Emma Messinger: Tell Stewart to Are you? You're no horse, and you're not a stalking horse. You are the real thing. We will ram you up Tom's arse so hard that he will have to shit out of his lying mouth.

Malcolm Tucker: [to Cliff Lawton] I'd love to stop and chat to you but I'd rather have type 2 diabetes. Cliff Lawton: I'm actually off to see and old collegue, you know, back from the old days, before you asked me to resign. Malcolm Tucker: Oh, lovely, lovely. Well, look, I'd love to stop and chat but I'd rather have type 2 diabetes. Oliver Reeder: Easy for you to say, he threatened to shove an ipod up my cock! Glenn Cullen: This is it, you know. This is where it begins. Who's in, who's out. Fatty is out. Oliver Reeder: At least he'll spend more time with his fridge.

Malcolm Tucker: You get that alot, though, don't you? Who it is that's booked to go on Today tomorrow, do you know? Yeah, I believe Disraeli's standing as well. Oliver Reeder: Also fish who hasn't crowled onto the land yet to form the first tetrapod. Geoff Holhurst? Malcolm Tucker: Geoff? Mind you, I could always go and fire a warning shot across his throat. Robyn Murdoch: I just don't know what to say when the bloggers and the diary writers hit me with "what about this rumor? I'm just not comfortable lying. Terri Coverley: Oh for God's sake, Robyn.

Just tell them to bloody well sod off to their grubby dingy little bedrooms. Terri Coverley: Geoff Holhurst? For leader? That would be extraordinary, very bizzare, he's got such a tiny head! Oliver Reeder: No, he's just a droid, isn't he? He's just Malcolm Tucker: Hey hey, don't leat him hear you doing that sort of stuff! What happens if he does stand a chance, eh? Glenn Cullen: Ben. How's everything with you? How's the huddle? What is the next mooove? Glenn Cullen: Oh well, gosh, I got to write that down, does it mean anything?

Robyn Murdoch: Someone has leaked some things about, you know, immigration policy and the computers and the Mail would like to know what our line is. Glenn Cullen: Look, nothing is happening on that tonight, ok? We've only got one fish-frier in here and we have a massive political fish to fry, ok? Oliver Reeder: Don't, under any circumstances, mention the massive political fish when you're talking to them! Malcolm Tucker: Where's Robyn? Robyn, come here! I'm bringing Jamie over to fire-fight this Watford story, so you'll be working with Jamie for the rest of the night, you take orders from Jamie.

Malcolm Tucker: Relax, he has never hit anyone! Or at least anyone he's hit has never had the bollocks to take it to a superior! The man is a professional, you will be fine! Glenn Cullen: Actually, Malcolm, we still have no word on Dan Miller, he's gone dark, he's not answering his phone Malcolm Tucker: Maybe he's in a hotel with his own huddle! Ring around, try and find him.

Glenn Cullen: So, you want me ring round every hotel in London and ask if anyone of any name has booked in? Malcolm Tucker: Keep you busy! You know, you have to keep the mind active at your age. Walk my way. I need you to go over there for me. I need you at that hotel. I want you in there for reason that will not become cleat to you for about years so just do it. Specifically, see if any of Dan Miller's army are mincing in fish nettings and high heels. And I want updates every five. Malcolm Tucker: Oi, and listen, get onto your ex at the Mail, allright?

Ok, twat-weasel? You got that? Oliver Reeder: Yes, thank you. Malcolm Tucker: [answering his cellphone] Terri, I think you've dialled the wrong number, this is not the Samaritans. Terri Coverley: Yes, very very funny. Listen, I've got something for you, a bit of intelligence. Jamie has got Cliff Lawton as his stalking horse. Terri Coverley: Malcolm, it was Robyn told me. Are you there? Jamie: [cut to Jamie and Cliff] Nobody gives a shit if you got shuffted by Malcolm. Jamie: Jesus, this isn't Eastenders!

This is politics! We're all in the same playing pit, Cliff, there's no clean hands. Malcolm Tucker: Jamie What's that sort of droning noise in the background there? What, kind of boring, kind of low, sort of droning, boring, kind of miserable, whining, kind of, sort of boring noise going on? Hey, nice. Was the Cillit Bang guy not availabe? You're a busted flush! Cliff Lawton: That's your thing, isn't it? Everything has to be in absolutes, everything has to be black and white. There are lots of shades of grey, you know! Adam Kenyon: [talking about Tom Davies losing supporters after the antidepressants incident] Right, how many has he lost?

Adam Kenyon: That's alright, though, isn't it? Still in the hundreds, way above the What does Macaulay Culkin think gonna happen next? He's about as connected as a kibbutz. Right, come one then, chop chop. Oliver Reeder: Tom's dying. He doesn't have to die. We can take his DNA and transfer it to a healthier host. Oliver Reeder: Science fiction analogy. What I'm saying is why don't we sound out a potential fallback?

Nick Hanway: Yeah, yeah, I get it To be honest, I was really hoping that was gonna be shit because I'm tired and I quite like to hit somebody. Malcolm Tucker: Listen, this Tom story, who's got it? How you're gonna run it? Adam Kenyon: If the guy's gonna be the next Prime Minister, I don't wanna piss him off with something that can't stand up. Malcolm Tucker: Good call. Listen, we should get you over here sometime, yeah? Malcolm Tucker: And I mean, I don't have your education, I dunno what it means, but I will start by ripping your cock off and I'll bask it from there, ok?

Ben Swain: So why have you got me? Why have you called me back in? Are we gonna do a post-Claire, preemptive-Dan Miller strike? Malcolm Tucker: People still want a Tom figure, but Tom is tainted, you know, but you, you're clean, you know. You are the exactable face of Tom. Tom is analog in a digital age. You are Digital Ben.

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