The Thick of It2005

Malcolm Tucker:
That's your f***ing career over, right? Okay, you're f***ing dead. And those three little words, "Tim in Ruislip", are the f***ing nails in your coffin, dear. [IMITATES HAMMERING] Tim. In. Ruislip. Tim in f***ing Ruislip. And as for Tim in f***ing...

Janice:
Yeah, okay, can you stop f***ing saying that, please?

Malcolm Tucker:
...f***ing Ruislip, he's f***ing dead as well! That f***ing texting coward. Give me his number. What's his f***ing number? Give me the f***ing number of Tim in Ruislip. If you don't give me his f***ing number, do you know what I'm gonna have to do? I'm gonna have to f***ing go to f***ing Ruislip and f***ing 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 f***ing age with a name like f***ing Tim! How do you think that sounds, huh?