Malcolm Tucker: Come the fuck in or fuck the fuck off.
[to Ollie] If you don't go get me some cheese, I'll rip your head off, and give you a spinedectomy.
Ben Swain: Where does it leave me?
Malcolm: I guess it leaves you standing in a chamber in the House of Commons with your big flaccid dick hanging out, with a "vote for me" sticking on the end.
Malcolm: How much fucking shit is there on the menu and what fucking flavor is it?
Malcolm: [to Nick] You know what I call "semantics"? Wank!
Malcolm: Cliff fucking Lawton. Hey, nice. Was the Cillit Bang guy not available?
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