Okay, shits! Put your knickers on! It's the IT Sweeney! We've come to strip-search your computers, haven't we... oh, fat man whose name I've forgotten?

Yes...

It's only intelligence we're after, so we might be here for a while. [sees Judy] OH, LOOK EVERYBODY! IT'S LEAKY WOMAN! You ought to do some **** pelvic floor exercises, darling! I hear you've been pissing intel everywhere!

I have not leaked anything, and I'm not going to be intimidated by some Cro-Magnon Scottish dwarf!

Are we exploring personal boundaries here? You **** stuck up — [answering mobile] Hang on, hang on. Hi, hi. Listen, I'm in the middle of something, can I ring you back? Ta. [hangs up] Where was I? Oh yeah; you **** stuck up, toffee pudding bitch!

[Jamie gets up into Judy's face]

D'you know, I'm quite... aroused... by the idea of giving you a long... hard... disciplinary hearing.

Is that right?

Mmm.

I would absolutely love you to give me a long, hard disciplinary hearing. Because you know what I'd have at the end of it? A big, fat compensation payment. So go ahead. Give me one.

I'd like to give you one.

I'd love you to give me one.
[Jamie, intimidated, walks away]