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I just hope you feel that I... In my...

When things are... Well, it...

If it should come up, er...

I think we've made a jolly good team here, you and I?

I couldn't have wished for a better Minister

Humphrey, you're too kind!

When are you going to tell the staff?

On Friday evening, just before it's promulgated.

I will bid them farewell at the Christmas party

And sad. Sad, yes, sad.

Terribly sad.

Enjoying yourself? Yes, thank you, Minister.

Enjoying yourself? Yes, Minister. Lovely party.

Yes, it's frightfully good fun. Always good to let your hair down.

Right, now I think it's time I said a few words.

This is a very, very special occasion for us all.

Peace on Earth, goodwill to all men.

Sorry, persons!

Good to have this little get-together who've served me, er...

...worked with me... for me... no, with me

here at the Department of Adminis...

...Ministry of Administr...

...at the DAA.

We're a team, like the Cabinet, except we're all on the same side...

Not that the Cabinet... Well, I meant... really, the shadow Cabinet.

Let's keep politics out of this. Season of goodwill.

That's why Parliament doesn't sit over Christmas!

Season of goodwill. Even to one's officials!

Well, what can I say? Humphrey.

(BERNARD) Sir Humphrey Appleby! (ALL) Sir Humphrey Appleby!

Thank you. I'd just like to thank you all for

all the hard work you've done all these years.

Occasion like this engenders a certain emotional ambiguity

What's he ambigulous about? While one is, one should say,

honoured by the cause of departure, saddened by the fact

in particular leave the service of a Minister without parallel

I say, that's jolly decent.

A unique partnership. Absolutely unique.

So I should end by wishing a happy Christmas to you all,

In particular to a Minister in the brief time with us

we've watched grow in standing, stature and sureness of touch.

So, seasonal felicitations to you all,

Do remember the Home Secretary's campaign for the holiday:

Don't drink and drive this Christmas.

I'll drink to that! ...Oh, dear, I'm sorry!

I do wish you'd let me drive, Jim. I'm driving perfectly stably.

True, but we have to get home before dawn!

Good evening, Cinstable. Happy Crispsmas.

May I see your licence, sir? Certainly.

Aren't you Mr Jim Hacker? That's right.

What's trouble? Why you driving so slowly?

I didn't want the kerb to hit me...

I didn't want to hit the kerb.

Look, I've got a silver badge somewhere.

I see. Perhaps Constable Evans can drive you

It's all right, Officer. I'll drive.

OK, Mrs Hacker. If you're in a proper state to drive.

I don't drink, Officer. Well, not when my husband's driving.

Nor do I, hardly.

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