кричать и ругаться

19:33 | 21-09-2010 | Television | 1 Comment

я не любитель сериалов, насколько помню, однако случайно позабытый третий сезон “The Thick of It” доставляет мне, все же, ни с чем не сравнимое удовольствие:

Oliver “Olly” Reeder [Special Adviser to the Secretary of State, DoSAC]: Right. The BBC have put it on the website. You saying that the PM’s the best man for the job.
Nicola Murray MP [Secretary of State, DoSAC]: Shit.
OR: Yeah. And they’re saying that you fired the starter pistol on a new leadership bid.

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Glenn Cullen [Senior Special Adviser to the Secretary of State, DoSAC]: “Nicola Murray will today later use a policy speech to announce her candidacy.”
Malcolm Tucker [Director of Communications, Number 10]: (ON THE PHONE INFORMING THE PRIME MINISTER): Nicola Murray is not going to make a leadership announcement this evening. Permission to speak frankly and off the record, yeah? She’s an idiot. I know that she’s in the cabinet, but look, that’s like being disabled at a football match, yeah? I mean, she’s very close to the action but hardly likely to score a goal.
NM: That… No! That… How is that offensive?
MT: That is a very fair and accurate portrayal of just how fucking retarded she is.

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MT: Nicola, I’ve got to tell you, that was one of the best live performances I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen fucking Stomp! It was a consummate piece of fucking incompetence.
NM: Yeah, that’s what I thought I’d do, take the heat off.
OR: (CLEARING THROAT) The blog’s updating.
NM: Am I still a leadership contender?
OR: Nope. Not at all.
NM: Well, good. Good. Not even an outsider?
OR: No.
NM: What are they saying?
OR: You don’t really want to know what they’re saying. Not exactly what they’re saying. Sorry.
NM: What a fucking day!

повторю еще раз — всех их я знаю лично.

  

One Response to “кричать и ругаться”

  1. s says:

    или вот еще:

    Malcolm Tucker [Director of Communications, Number 10]: Nobody talks about fucking dodgy donors, okay? Because it makes everybody look bad. Stewart Pearson [Opposition Director of Communications]: Okay, I’ll go with a different angle, then. How do you think it would land with your female voters if they were to find out that Tom Rudd… MT: Oh! SP: …forced his secretary into having an abortion? MT: That was her own personal choice and by the way, it wasn’t his. SP: Wow! So him paying for that private clinic, then, was just because he’s such a nice man? MT: He is a nice man. What about your nice man at central planning, eh? The one who got a bit carried away and fucking slapped his kids about a little bit too much? Fucking broke the skin! But he wasn’t such a nice man, was he? But I suppose that’s just part of your common sense checklist, yeah. All they need is a good slap, and do please remember to leave your fucking rings on! SP: You go check your facts, Malcolm, that was a domestic accident and nothing more. MT: Domestic accident, yeah, ’cause he’s got fucking hands the size of fucking doors! SP: Sorry. Look… SP: Oh, you want to talk about hardmen, Malcolm, yeah? Now, I know you’ve got to be hard to be a chief whip, but really, coke dealing at university? MT: Oh! Please, please! SP: Hey, am I right in thinking he’s now godfather to one of the PM’s kids, yeah? MT: Listen, you know what I have got at the back of my fucking filing cabinet? I have got a fucking photograph that 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’s his defence going to be, hey, when I email that to the fucking Sun? MT: (MOCKINGLY) “Oh, well, I am just de shadow chancellor.” SP: Malcolm, he won’t have a defence because you haven’t got that picture, because that didn’t happen. MT: I have! SP: However, I do have a statement from a rent boy… MT: Oh, that’s very useful for you. You can claim that against your expenses, can’t you? SP: Oh, yeah, funny, very funny. MT: And you’ll get that for free. Is that one of the fucking perks of the job? SP: No, listen, his statement says he will swear that one of your prominent back-bench MPs paid him to shit on his chest. MT: Don’t! (RADIO INTERVIEW CONTINUES) MT: Right, look, this is out of order, okay? SP: Here’s the deal. We both, both make statements saying that our guys in there, they were not in possession of all the facts. Hmm? But we’re looking into it. MT: You’d do that? Hang your own guy out to fucking dry? SP: What? Peter Mannion, MP? Yeah! Old guard? We’re not sending him to DoSAC to fatten him up, we’re putting him out to pasture, Malcolm. MT: We should just go home.

    прекрасные.

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