The Thick of It2005

Malcolm Tucker:
[on the way to the Communications office] Hey Jamie! This is Ollie!

Jamie:
THE Ollie? The stuck-one-up-the-Opposition-for-us Ollie? Good f***ing man! Good to meet you!

Malcolm Tucker:
This is Jamie, he'll be looking after you.

Oliver Reeder:
Oh, great, another Scot, I see. Does everyone needs to be in the Caledonian Mafia to, erm...

Malcolm Tucker:
Everybody, this is Ollie! He's the guy who f***ed the Opposition for us! [everybody cheer]

Oliver Reeder:
That was quite an introduction.

Jamie:
Just nod when the big f***er talks, do whatever I say.

Malcolm Tucker:
Actually it's the other way around. Look, Jamie's gonna put you in touch with a guy called Paul. Paul vets all the stuff that we input into the attack. Technically, you shouldn't be doing this here, but the main frame's not here, right? So technically you're not!

Oliver Reeder:
Sorry, stuff about Emma?

Malcolm Tucker:
About Emma, yeah.

Oliver Reeder:
[dissapointed] Oh.

Malcolm Tucker:
Hey, Ollie, I know that you're dead brainy, but look, I've got brains coming out of my f***ing arse. What I need is political intelligence.

Oliver Reeder:
I just feel a bit awkward, you know...

Malcolm Tucker:
Oh, it's make-your-mind-up time, Ollie! I mean, what do you want to be? Do you want to be a prick that works here for a year, then goes away and joins a think-tank to write "oh, on one hand this and on the other hand that", or do you want to be a soldier?

Jamie:
Have you got your eyes on the prize?

Oliver Reeder:
I've got my eyes on the prize.

Malcolm Tucker:
Good.

Oliver Reeder:
What is the prize?

Malcolm Tucker:
I don't know, you need to ask the brainy guys. I'll settle for just keeping us in government instead of the wankers you're shagging!