Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[James] What do you mean?
[car brakes screeching]
[boys laughing obnoxiously]
Especially in the fishbowl of politics.
I can't speak for her.
[inhales deeply, exhales]
is to rebuild trust all around.
Yes, there is, Brian.
[breathing heavily]
Sophie!
A fling is just that.
I expect she'll be dubbed "the ravishing researcher."
It comes from the Canaanite word for "lord."
[indistinct chatter]
As I sometimes say to my children,
Hotel rooms?
I always thought that our marriage was, um…
Glad to hear luck went your way in the Butler trial.
[gate buzzes, unlocks]
Do you want to have a little chat about it?
Johnny Public bankrolls your salary as a minister in Her Majesty's government.
Says so right here.
[Chris] Basically, your priority from now on
-Sorry. What would you like for dinner? -Pizza?
On the right honourable leather sofa?
You know, I thought I was, um, fine coming here,
That's enough.
[dramatic music playing]
Well, that's surely a first for a member of the Conservative Party.
Next-level stuff, I'd say.
-[waitress] Champagne? -Thank you.
Look, I'll just be distracted until I finish with these papers.
We haven't had this in ages.
The affair?
Um,
I heard voices.
[boy] So yummy.
[tense music playing]
-[woman] Prime Minister. -Afternoon.
I invented three separate excuses in less than 30 seconds on your behalf.
[James panting]
[Sophie] Thanks, Kenneth. See you in a bit.
-Good. -Napkins.
Come on. Please?
[sighs]
No one's paying you to bang the help in a House of Commons lift.
History. Nothing more complicated.
-Well, this is the worst of it? -Yes.
[whispers] Sorry. I have to go.
[Alison] Some of the club boys too.
[Sophie] Let's get you back to bed. Come on.
[man] Yeah.
Uh, "James Whitehouse, a Home Office minister
Oh, how unfelicitous.
[tense music playing]
When the apocalypse comes, I hope I'm with you.
Fuck yes.
-Would you like some wine? -Please.
[dramatic music playing]
[elevator whirring]
[Chris] But did you speak to her leading up to this?