Natalie (secretary)

— Hello, Natalie.
— Hello, David. I mean, sir. Shit, I can't believe I've just said that. And now I've gone and said "shit." Twice. I'm so sorry, sir.
— It's fine, it's fine. You could've said "fuck" and then we'd have been in real trouble.
— Thank you, sir. I did have an awful premonition I was gonna fuck up on my first day. Oh, piss it!

— I've just split up with my boyfriend, actually, so I'm back with my mom and dad for a while.
— Sorry.
— No, it's fine. I'm well shot of him. He said I was getting fat.
— I beg your pardon?
— He said no one's gonna fancy a girl with thighs the size of big tree trunks. Not a nice guy, actually, in the end.
— You know, being prime minister, I could just have him murdered.
— Thank you, sir. I think about it.
— Do. The SAS are absolutely charming. Ruthless, trained killers are just a phone call away.