| 00:00 - 00:03 | First there were the Mallacoota malingers |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | then those ferals in Cobargo |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | and bloody Paul Parker in Nellingen |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | You'd think Fitzy could get them under control |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | Who'd even want to stay in Canberra, Hawaií is so much nicer |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Hawaii was Jenny's idea |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | well, her and the kids |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Prime Minister, |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | is that wise .. |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | What he means is, that may not focus group well, |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | we checked with the empathy consultant |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | You can all leave, all of you, except those who speak in tongues |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | You pathetic arseholes, useless as shit |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | don't you have any idea how to hide the truth ! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | McKenzie, just adding to the clusterfuck |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | Move her again, give her Taylor's portfolio |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | She can fuck up there, who'd notice |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | David Speers is a better friend than any of you |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | You think I like flogging coal and answering to Rupert |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | but if we admit climate change, he'll turf me out that day |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Prime Minister, the brief from Rupert said .. |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Hawke, you speak .. who's even heard of you .. |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | ScoMo, it was me who set up Dutton for you |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Set him up ! Dutton couldn't get elected to head a pig farm |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | I tore down Turnbull |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | I beat shifty Communist Shorten |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | I made the people fear clean air and water |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | and I won the election without any help from any of you ! |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | You all should have left with Pyne and Bishop, the cowards |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | even Beetroot's missus could have done a better job than |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | this Cabinet full of useless broken plates |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | Whitlam had the idea, a Cabinet of two with just one decision maker |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | And what about those journalists |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | how dare they attack me, the light of Christ himself |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | the living miracle in the flesh |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | van Onselen |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | bring me that bastards head, on a fucking platter |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | and the balls of that retired turd Mike Carlton |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | Potato Head, it's your job |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | didn't we get the cops onto this already |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | do I have to fuck your wives for you too |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Fear not Bridgette, you don't have a wife |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | Call a whole of party meeting, |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | it's time to face the reality here |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | Hawke, call Rupert |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | ask who the IPA wants in here next ? |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | Only weeks ago I was swanning on his yacht and now but feathers |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | like Christ, betrayed by my apostles & so I shall |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | be Crucified |
