Sugden: Patricia.
Patricia: They haven’t pensioned you off then?
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Patricia: Lunatic’s an oil sheikh. Got money pouring out of his arse. Good friend of the West. Good friend of the Party, too, so give it a go, eh, dolly?
Sugden: Well, we’ll certainly bend every sinew to the job, Patricia. I’ll set up a working party immediately.
Patricia: Don’t you “working party” me, you short-arsed little pen pusher! I did not say kick it into the long grass. I said “do” it!
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Sugden: Look, this email about the salmon thing . . .
Fred: Yes. Did I miss April Fools' Day or something? Did you like my little swipe at the Foreign and Commonwealth Office wonks?
Sugden: Yeah, well, I just had another email from the FCO today.
Fred: Rattled their cage, did I?
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Sugden: Dr. Jones, as your Operational Line Manager, I am asking you with extreme prejudice to take a meeting with Harriet Chetwode-Talbot.
Fred: I take it that's an order?
Sugden: Take it how you wish.
Fred: Nazi.
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Fred: I was wondering about you and me. The theoretical possibility in the same way as a manned mission to Mars is a theoretical possibility. Obviously.
Harriet: Or salmon fishing in the Yemen.