- April: Babies, excuse me Jinny, Martha, babies get born every day in extremely large numbers to the point of endangering the planet and all our futures. It's not every day, however, that one of us becomes a minister. In your entirely rotten and useless opposition party.
- Tom: Oh, here we go: you fucking English intellectuals! You think you're so superior, huh: even you need money, Bill! Money bought the house, not fucking ideas!
- Bill: [Slowly, but assuredly] NOT dirty money...
- Tom: No money is clean - Bill. It all comes through the system and into your pocket; into your grubby little pocket!
- Bill: It's real money: cash, Tom: you trade in fictional profits, stolen from worker's hard earned paycheck funds.
- Tom: [Exasperatedly; shouting!] Stolen?
- [Gesticulating wildly at Bill]
- Tom: From the mouth of the man who stole my wife!
- April: You're a *first* class lesbian and a *second* rate thinker. Must be all those women's studies.
- Martha: April, really. I am a professor. Specializing in domestic labour gender differentiation in American utopianism.
- April: Oh, don't worry about her. Looks like a girl, thinks like a man. Androgynous soul always had true grit.
- April: Look, if Dennis Thatcher and Prince Philip could trail behind their female leaders without complaint, then so can Bill.
- Gottfried: It's good that this is all coming out, very good. But now I think you need to protect yourself from so much negative female energy.
- Martha: I too am frequently described by internet trolls as an embarrassment, or worse. Much worse, actually. Is it a crime to be an embarrassment?
- April: The beautiful Marianne, queen of spin and that ridiculously handsome husband of hers. Too bad he's a wanker banker with a mysterious ability to make millions out of other's misfortune.