Prescott: "Beep. Where are the fucking Digestives? Ha Ha. Beep."

Assistant to her Assistant: "Beep. John is adamant he didn't eat the Digestives. Can you arrange a courier? Tesco's is quickest normally. Beep."

Prescott: "Beep pip beep. Meeting in 10 minutes, bring the Digestives in the meeting if not here before. Thanks love. Beep Beeeeep"

Prescott: "Beep. Fucking Tesco brand Digestives? Fuck! Will find you later. Beep"

Assistant (to her assistant): "Beep. John wonders why Tesco brand Digestives, and not McVities? Didn't see the wrapper, perhaps next time I should unwrap them for his Majesty? Beeep."

Answer: "Beep Pip. They WERE McVities, but low fat Digestives."

Assistant: "John's not going to like this."

Prescott: "Low Fucking Fat Digestives? How am I supposed to be running this country if I don't get me Lard? Ha Ha. Never mind love. Fancy a game of croquette? Beep."