Malcolm Tucker: And I would rain down on you so hard, you would have to be reassembled by ****ing air crash investigators. [Phil tries to protest] DON'T ****ing interrupt me, son, ever. Now get this into the noggin, right. You breathe a word of this, to anyone, you mincing ****ing ****, and I will tear your ****ing skin off, I will wear it to your mother's birthday party, and rub your nuts up and down her leg whilst whistling Bohemian ****ing Rhapsody, right?