So you can submit a new withdrawal bill tomorrow.
Phil's throwing another two billion at Arlene.
And we've bought Jacob Rees Mogg Dunkirk on DVD.
Assuming Corbyn whips like a wet fish again
A new Bill should scrape through by about three votes.
No changes. Submit the same Bill again.
The House must choose between my deal or chaos.
Bercow says you can't submit the same Bill again this session.
There need to be significant changes.
Lidington, Barclay, Leadsom, Hammond. Everyone else out.
What does that poisonous dwarf think he's doing?!
Does he WANT Boris Johnson to be PM?
Boris is probably wanking over this in the bogs as we speak.
Floppy haired twat.
He's had a haircut.
I had a plan!
Keep pushing this deal again and again
until the ERG got bored and caved in.
Prime Minister we could push Malthouse Plan B and...
Malthouse is sparkly unicorns, Barclay. What does it even mean?!
Prime Minister. Brexit Means Brexit and...
Don't you use that line on me you little shit.
I invented it!
'Brexit Means Brexit'
'Citizens of Nowhere'
'My deal or no deal'
If slogans were votes, Stephen
we wouldn't be paying for Belfast to get a new Nandos.
I could tell Arlene to fuck right off
and go back to joking about Corbyn being Stalin.
Do you know how stupid I'll look in Brussels?
I promised them I was the one who'd get this over the line.
'Strong and stable!'
I was GOOD as Home Secretary.
'We need to create a hostile environment for illegal immigrants!'
The blue rinse brigade lapped it up.
Now even Dominic Raab wants my job.
You're probably getting Rees-Mogg next, you know.
I bet he Googles nanny porn at work!
Don't worry. I'll show him Private Browsing.
Fucking Bercow. All those hours I put in with Arlene.
I even sang hymns with her. The rubbish ones.
"He's got the Whole World in His Hands"
"All Things Bright and Beautiful"
This party doesn't deserve me. This COUNTRY doesn't deserve me.
By Thatcher's heart I curse you...
...may Grayling rule you all.