Glenn: I would like to tell you all that I'm resigning.
Phil: Is that it?
Glenn: No, you closeted regency homosexual, that is not it. Morally, this department is in the gutter.
Fergus: Thanks for the speech, Glenn, but we have work...
Glenn: You stay and take your punishment! I will lamp you! With a lamp!
Terri: Glenn, you've gone a tiny bit psychotic, my love.
Glenn: You, Fergus, when you asked me to join you, all you had was your principles. But over the last two years you've bent like a human fucking palm tree, swaying to the guff of these six toed, born-to-rule pony fuckers.
Adam: If you're gonna go, just go. Spare us this Peter Finch bullshit.
Glenn: Oh, Adam, you're waiting for your turn. Oh no, I remember it's your turn right now.
Adam: Brilliant
Glenn: You are simply the most loathsome human being I have ever met. You were so well-suited at the Mail it's a shame you came over here. D'you know what? I hate you both. Tweedle-Twat and Tweedle-Prick. You contribute absolutely nothing to the world so thank fucking God you have no power.
Fergus: Uh, we do actually.
Glenn: No you don't. And Peter. It's been dreadful, I hope your cock falls off. Phil, do you know what you are? You're like an 8-year old trapped in a 12-year old's body.
Phil: This is great, why is no one filming this?
Glenn: And Emma...
Phil: Yeah yeah, do Emma, do Emma.
Glenn: Emma, I'm sorry, you're just a standard issue, insipid posh bitch. That's it. Terri, I don't think I've ever met anyone quite so proud, and yet quite so useless. But I do have to thank you, because I have managed to stay in shape purely through the energy I spend in pitying you every day.
Terri: Glenn, you're just embarrassing yourself.
Glenn: Fuck you all up the wrong'un! Ta ta! Bye bye!
Phil: That was better than IMAX Inception!
Phil: Is that it?
Glenn: No, you closeted regency homosexual, that is not it. Morally, this department is in the gutter.
Fergus: Thanks for the speech, Glenn, but we have work...
Glenn: You stay and take your punishment! I will lamp you! With a lamp!
Terri: Glenn, you've gone a tiny bit psychotic, my love.
Glenn: You, Fergus, when you asked me to join you, all you had was your principles. But over the last two years you've bent like a human fucking palm tree, swaying to the guff of these six toed, born-to-rule pony fuckers.
Adam: If you're gonna go, just go. Spare us this Peter Finch bullshit.
Glenn: Oh, Adam, you're waiting for your turn. Oh no, I remember it's your turn right now.
Adam: Brilliant
Glenn: You are simply the most loathsome human being I have ever met. You were so well-suited at the Mail it's a shame you came over here. D'you know what? I hate you both. Tweedle-Twat and Tweedle-Prick. You contribute absolutely nothing to the world so thank fucking God you have no power.
Fergus: Uh, we do actually.
Glenn: No you don't. And Peter. It's been dreadful, I hope your cock falls off. Phil, do you know what you are? You're like an 8-year old trapped in a 12-year old's body.
Phil: This is great, why is no one filming this?
Glenn: And Emma...
Phil: Yeah yeah, do Emma, do Emma.
Glenn: Emma, I'm sorry, you're just a standard issue, insipid posh bitch. That's it. Terri, I don't think I've ever met anyone quite so proud, and yet quite so useless. But I do have to thank you, because I have managed to stay in shape purely through the energy I spend in pitying you every day.
Terri: Glenn, you're just embarrassing yourself.
Glenn: Fuck you all up the wrong'un! Ta ta! Bye bye!
Phil: That was better than IMAX Inception!