| 00:00 - 00:03 | My Fuhrer we just got an email from the DUP. |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | They said that... |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | They said that they will not accept your bid to become Party Leader |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | Peter Robinson has torpedoed the idea |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | He says there are enough big mouths in the party already |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Who told you this? |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | Was it that slabber Jeffrey Donaldson? |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | My Fuhrer... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Donaldson said... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Donaldson said you would make the DUP look ridiculous with your Charlie Chaplin moustache |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | prancing around like Alan Sugar with hemorrhoids |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Right every one of you that voted for those rent-boys in the UUP.... Out. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | What the actual FUCK?! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | Charlie fuckin' CHAPLIN!?! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | Donaldson is just feathering the nest for himself |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | that wee scroat... |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | What about Arlene Foster? |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | What did she say? |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | I bet you that bitch was behind this... |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | She always hated me... |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | My Fuhrer, she's never forgiven you since Paisley listened to you about the Chuckle Brothers thing |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Fuckin' Chuckle Brothers?! Dumb & Dumber was more like it! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | My Fuhrer, the Chuckle Brothers was politcal genius. |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Quit trying to suck up to me you tramp. |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | Get Willie McCrea on the phone... |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | We'll see what he has to say about this. |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | Donaldson & Foster have another think coming if they think they're going to be the new face of the DUP |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | I'd rather see that ejit from the Blame Game, Jake O'Kane lead the Party |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | O'Kane would do a better job than either of them |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | because he never stops slabbering and he dresses like Steptoe. |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | That's how the Big Man did it. |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | Ian Paisley was a giant of a man. As big as Edward Carson.. and even Stalin! |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | They aren't worthy to lick the Big man's shoes... |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | Eileen wouldn't even let them in the house. |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | She made them stand in the porch |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | Because she said they smelt like shite... |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | But I was welcomed like a brother. Like one of the family. |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | And those fuckers have the balls to tell me I'm not welcome?! |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | I'll fuckin' show them... the fuckers. |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | If they won't let me stand for leader... |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | I'll make sure Ian Junior gets it. |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Don't cry, I'm sure Ian Junior will keep you on his Facebook if he becomes Party Leader... |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | It's all I can do now, I suppose... |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | Get Ian Jnr in. It's what the Rev would have wanted. |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | Right... |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | What will I do now? |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | Maybe I'll just retire to Ballymena... |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | ...start a wee bakery... or a chip shop. |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | I could join the Free P's... |
