REALLY enjoyed the series, thought they might struggle but they've nailed it, and some of the new characters/characters with more prominence have been brilliant
think next weeks with the inquiry is going to be EPIC
Cliff Lawton: You've told the Lobby that I'm going?
Malcolm Tucker: Yeah. Sorry, Cliff.
Cliff Lawton: Minister.
Malcolm Tucker: Yeah, get used to 'Cliff'.
Malcolm Tucker: He's as useless as a marzipan dildo
Miscellaneous Civil Servant: Can you stop swearing, please?
Malcolm: Oh, I'm terribly sorry, you won't hear anymore swearing from us you MASSIVE, GAY, SHITE! f*** OFF!
Glen Cullen: f***ing hell! f***! Jesus, I'm not a joke, okay, alright, hello? I am a man. I am a man, you know, you know?! This, THIS!!!! THIS IS MY LIFE!!!! I'M A HUMAN BEING, AND ALL THIS IS MY LIFE!! And, it's collapsing in front of me. You know, Tom's like that, they're never going to want me, are they? And f***ing Hugh, now, he... Jesus Christ, this is all, I AM A MAN!!!!!! AND, NO YOU DON'T I'M IRRELEVANT!! NO, NO GO AWAY, I'm irrelevant, I'm irrelevant, I'm irrelevant! f***ing HUGH JUST WANTS TO SPEAK TO TINKY WINKY?!! WELL f*** TINKY WINKY, f*** YOU TINKY WINKY!!! AUF WIEDERSHEN PET, THE PARTY'S OVER, GOODBYE YELLOW BRICK ROAD, WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HITLER?! WHY DID HE HAVE A MOUSTACHE AND HE LIVED OVER THERE?!! f*** US ALL!!!!
Malcolm Tucker: And I would rain down on you so hard, you would have to be reassembled by f***ing air crash investigators. [Phil tries to protest] DON'T f***ing interrupt me, son, ever. Now get this into the noggin, right. You breathe a word of this, to anyone, you mincing f***ing ****, and I will tear your f***ing skin off, I will wear it to your mother's birthday party, and rub your nuts up and down her leg whilst whistling Bohemian f***ing Rhapsody, right?
Steve Fleming: Everyone knows we don't get on. We are the Gallagher brothers of politics.
Malcolm Tucker: Does that mean that I'm the semi-talented songwriter and you're the f***ing loutish prick?
Malcolm Tucker: What's that film that you love?
Ollie Reeder: What film?
Malcolm: The one about the f***ing hairdresser, the space hairdresser and the cowboy. The guy, he's got a tin foil pal and a pedal bin. His father's a robot and he's f***ing f***ed his sister. Lego! They're all made of f***ing lego.
Ollie: Star Wars?
Malcolm: That's the one.