Malcolm: Right, hi Geoff, don't stand. No no, I mean don't stand against Tom. Now you see what I did there? I was both being funny and also deadly seroius.
Geoff: Now where did you hear that, Malcolm?
Malcolm Tucker: Never mind where I heard that. The thing is Geoff, you're gonna waste everybody's time...
Geoff: I'm not standing, Malcolm, I'm just trying to start a debate. You know, a policy debate, on the future direction of the party.
Malcolm: ...because, first, you've got no credentials. You're so back-bench, you've actually fucking fallen off. You're out by the fucking bins where I put you. Secondly, I'm gonna tell the Mirror about all the drinking, and thirdly, I'm gonna tell the Mail about the affair and fourthly, you've got a tiny head.
Geoff: No I haven't!
Malcolm: Yes you have, it's out of proportion, everybody mentions it. Now, you see, you're shaking it and I can hardly see it move. Are you shaking it now? I can't tell!.
Geoff: I'm not standing, ok! My head is the right size!
Malcolm: It is very petite. So you're not standing? You will not stand against Tom?
Geoff: I said, I bloody said!
Malcolm Tucker: OK. Thank you Geoff, let's have lunch sometime, yeah? We'll have a tête-à-tiny-tête.
