The Thick of It2005

Ben Swain:
Right, Glenn, I'm gonna leave you to your switchboard duties.

Glenn Cullen:
Don't worry about us.

Ben Swain:
Back where the action is. Don't wanna miss a chance getting into Uncle Tom's Cabinet.

Oliver Reeder:
Ok...

Ben Swain:
Problems?

Oliver Reeder:
It's hammer-time. There's been a wild cat walkout at Watford Immigration Center. Whoever's leeking has told the press we weren't prepared to spend money on the repairs of the computer system. The Mail has told them that this department refuses point-blank to do or say anything about it, so the night shift walked out.

Glenn Cullen:
Robyn! What the f*** do you think you're doing?

Robyn Murdoch:
I cold-cocked! You said to! I said nothing was happening, I said nothing was going on here!

Glenn Cullen:
For f***'s sake, where did you learn that? The Civil Servant's school of telling the f***ing truth?

Robyn Murdoch:
You said 'cold c*cks'!

Ben Swain:
Ollie, I want you to deal with that. I'm gonna get back to the huddle. You get onto the press, tell them I'm all over it, I'm gonna instigate this spectrum-wide sweep of every espect of the... the thing, that I'm not being distracted by leadepship debates.

Oliver Reeder:
Yeah, no problem, Ben. I'll see you at the hotel.

Ben Swain:
Ahh... Yeah, sure, but get this done, we'll see.

Oliver Reeder:
Bring me back a tiny wee Fanta from the MiniBar.