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The Thick of It is a British sitcom, satirising the inner workings of modern government, that finished its fourth (and final) series in October 2012.
And if you fuck me around again, I'll tell you something: (laughs slightly) I am going to rip your fucking head off, and shit right down into your neck, (grabs Frankie's head) and then I'm going to stick your FUCKING head back on AND SHIT ON THAT! I'm under a lot of pressure right now, I'm trying to plug a lot of leaks. FUCKING, fucking Ruislip, he's fucking dead as well! What's his defence gonna be when I email that to the fucking Sun? (Ben does not stand) I'm telling you to fucking stand up you sack of fucking cum, stand the fuck up! But I am going to fashion a paddle out of that shit. Ollie: (On the phone to Malcolm, who's on holiday) Andy Murray, famous tennis player also lovely scotch-- person - The new face of healthy eating. I was golfing with Stephen Hawking, he's fucking shit. Mind you, I never had to hire a golf buggy, I just sat on his lap! Steve Fleming: (apoplectic) Will you PLEASE FUCKING WELL--!!!
I'm really sorry about what happened in the heat of the fuckin moment, yeah. I've got a fucking photograph which I've been waiting for a fucking rainy day to show everyone, which is a photograph of your fucking shadow chancellor at one of his fucking parties, dressed up in fucking bra, suspenders, and fucking blackface!! What did I just fucking say, I said one at a fucking time, stand up! Now I'm fucking floundering in a fucking Nile of shit!
Glenn: Look, there's no point in asking people what they think. Why is it this last year I'm being made to feel as if I'm always two steps behind, like I can't program a video or convert everything back to old money? Jamie: You take the piss out of Jolson again, and I will remove your i Pod from its tiny nano sheath and push it up your COCK! Malcolm: Listen mate I'm really, I'm really sorry right. I'm gonna have to fucking go to fucking Ruislip and fucking snap the thumb and forefinger off of every single person I see who I think resembles the kind of wanker that would be walking around in this day and fucking age with a name like fucking Tim! Malcolm Tucker: Listen, you know what I've got at the back of my fucking filing cabinet?! And they are screaming: "You gave me this fucking disease! " And every corner that I turn, there's another threat, Terri: hacks! And they're slaughtering us, Terri, THEY ARE FUCKING SLAUGHTERING US, AND THEY WANT MY FACE FOR A FLANNEL! I used to be the fucking Pharaoh, Terri, I used to be the fucking Pharaoh! You take a carrot, you stick it up his fucking arse, followed by the stick, followed by an even bigger, rougher carrot. If you don't give me his fucking number, do you know what I'm gonna have to do? Cheese and onion fucking crisp packets, that contain my living, breathing, fucking brain! Don't you apologise, don't you fucking apologise, you don't need to apologise. And there are people there, they're fucking screaming at each other. I promise that I will never call an 8-year-old girl a cunt again. Maybe I should understand yobbos, or not even call them yobbos. You know, Tom's lot, they're never going to want me, are they? (makes boxing motions) Okay, Oliver, wipe away the pre-cum. Malcolm Tucker: Of course you wouldn't know that, 'cause the only people who know that right now are Mrs. If this gets into the press, I would know they came from you. In that you will say "I'm really fucking sorry for sounding like a hairy-arsed docker after twelve pints. Malcolm: (walking in) I love it, I love it - it's the pre-match sparring for the big Super Gayweight Title Fight, eh?