Highlights

Hugh: Malcom must fucking love this place, four ministers in one building. It’s his dream - a one-stop bollock shop.

Hugh: Glenn’s boy, Peter, he went to a special needs school.
Ollie: Oh.
Hugh: Yeah
Ollie: Glenn’s had sex ? :joy:

Terri: What are this hangy-down things ?
Ollie: They’re acoustic baffles, they stop it getting too echoey.
Robyn: So when you break your back, nobody can hear you screaming ?

Robyn: Yes, Massa, I’s a good slave. :skull:

Ollie: The Sun are running a cartoon with you (Terri) being arrested by a cunt-stable.

Glenn: It’s her (Ballentine) style. She’s trying to throw you off balance, like a sumo wrestler.
Hugh: It worked. I was on the floor in a big fucking nappy.

Glenn: It’s not like you (Hugh) were selling naval secrets down a gay club.

Hugh: Glenn’s son could’ve fooled you (Terri). No offence, Glen. I’m sorry.

Terri: And I wish to apologise that I have let down the electorate, the Minister, my colleagues, my own family…
Hugh: Even though half of them are dead.

Hugh: Glenn leaned over to me and he said, “If only this was a Super School, inclusion is not an illusion”. :sob:

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