In the Loop2009

Malcolm Tucker:
General Flintstone? Was it you? Did you leak PWIP-PIP? I mean, I know you can't fire a gun, but can you use a fax?

General Miller:
No, I didn't leak PWIP-PIP, I do everything up-front. I'm not like some creepy little gay mercenary who sneaks around doing other people's dirty work.

Malcolm Tucker:
I'm doing my own dirty work. I'm doing my job.

General Miller:
No, I think you are doing Linton's dirty work. You're his little English b*tch and you don't even know it. I bet if I went to your hotel room tonight, I'd see you down on all fours, with little fish-nets on with him hanging out the back of you.

Malcolm Tucker:
Oh, that's nice! That's really tough talk coming from the f***ing armchair general! Why don't you put your feet up on the pouffe and go back to sleep, why don't you?

General Miller:
Look, Tucker, you might be some scary little poodle-f***er back there in London, but out here you're nothing. You know what you look like? A squeezed dick. You've got a big blue vein running up the side of your head. See, that's where I'd put the bullet. Only I'd have to stand back, 'cause you look like you'd be a squirter.

Malcolm Tucker:
Have you ever actually killed anybody, I mean really?

General Miller:
Yeah.

Malcolm Tucker:
What, falling asleep on someone? I mean, that doesn't count!

General Miller:
[laughs] That's good! That's very good! How about you, p*ssy drip? Ever killed anybody?

Malcolm Tucker:
Maiming is what I prefer. Psychologically.

General Miller:
Well, why don't you try and maim me? I'll knock you so hard in the face you'll be shitting teeth.

Malcolm Tucker:
Go ahead. I can see the headlines: "Peace-loving General Starts Fight at the UN, Swiss Intervene." I don't know, I'm no expert on spin, but that could hurt your career.

General Miller:
Yeah?

Malcolm Tucker:
Yeah. Now do excuse me, I've got work to do. [pause] Don't ever call me f***ing English again.

[Malcolm walks off, leaving General Miller confused.]