Lt. Gen. George Miller: You're beautiful. Karen Clarke: Oh, thank you. I'm sure you say that to all the girls. Lt. Gen. George Miller: Yes, I do... And some of the soldiers, too. Karen Clarke: That's why you shouldn't run for office, bimbo eruptions....
Lt. Gen. George Miller: 12:30. Bob Adriano: Hold on. General? Yeah... Secretary Linton Barwick asked me to let you know that his last meeting looks like it's overrunning, he sends his apologies. Lt. Gen. George Miller: When will he be here? Bob Adria...
Chad: Liza? Everyone is so hot for this paper, I just wanted to let you know. I'm about to run off another ten copies. Liza Weld: Just stop. Chad: It's like a Harry Potter book, if Harry Potter made people really, really angry. You're in hot water, y...
Simon Foster: Come on, Malcolm, he asked me for a personal opinion. Malcolm Tucker: Why didn't you say? He asked you. Fuck, of course, that explains it. If he'd asked you to fucking black up, or to give him your PIN number or to shit yourself, would ...
Karen Clarke: Hey, listen, the war committee. What you have to do is you've got to look for the ten dullest-named committees happening out of the executive branch. Because Linton is not going to call it "The Big Horrible War Committee". He's gonna hi...
Simon Foster: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Why didn't we nail the line? Judy: Simon, I did try to warn you... Simon Foster: Yes, you tried to warn me, but you didn't actually stop me, did you... Judy: Well I can't tackle you to the ground... S...
Malcolm Tucker: Simon, I don't like finding out about people employed by this government via the news unless they've just died. Be here, now,
Lt. Gen. George Miller: My loyalty is to the kids. I am a soldier. Karen Clarke: You're not a soldier. Lt. Gen. George Miller: I've been a soldier my whole life! What do you mean I'm not a soldier? I'm a soldier! Look at the uniform - what, do you th...
Karen Clarke: Linton has set up a secret war committee. I just know it. I mean, Linton is an absolute lunatic, Liza. He is dangerous. The voices in his head are now sing barbershop together.
Malcolm Tucker: Christ on a bendy-bus. Don't be such a fucking faff arse.
Malcolm Tucker: [on the phone] Hi. BBC News Desk, please. Malcolm Tucker. Hi, Ben. Listen, I hear that you might be preparing a story that we might not like. Yeah, please. I just wanted to say, please, this garden-wall story, don't run with that. Sim...
Michael Rodgers: 'PWIP-PIP'? Who wrote that, Charles Dickens?
Linton Barwick: 'PWIP-PIP'? What is that, a report on bird-song?
[from trailer] Malcolm Tucker: I will marshal all the forces of darkness to hound you into an assisted suicide.
Simon Foster: [Answers knock at hotel room door] Come in. I just wasn't expecting to see you here. Well, not physically here. You're always in my heart. Malcolm Tucker: I'm here. I'm there. I'm fuckin' everywhere. I'm the eggman. Simon Foster: Have y...
[first lines] Malcolm Tucker: Good morning, my little chicks and cocks.
Karen Clarke: What's going on there, Simon? Simon Foster: It's... It's departmental business. It's about a wall. Karen Clarke: Oh, Gaza? Simon Foster: Uh-huh. Karen Clarke: I'm wondering where you were in committee, Simon. I called for back-up and yo...
Malcolm Tucker: You sure you're working as hard as I am, 'cause I'm sweating spinal fluid here!
