The Queen: Hullo, Mr. Cameron, do come in. One hopes you don't mind if we ask you to try and look a little less like a smarmy cunt while in our humble home.
Dave: I shall endeavour, your majesty.
The Queen: Good. Now, if you'll excuse us, we've a cobweb on our blouse.
Edited, May 11th 2010 8:15pm by Kavekk