《幕后危機第二季》劇情介紹
《幕后危機第二季》是由阿爾曼多·伊安努奇執導，杰西·阿姆斯特朗編劇，克里斯·朗厄姆,彼得·卡帕爾迪,克里等明星主演的劇情,電視劇。
《幕后危機》第二季繼續展現了政府工作的瘋狂和挑戰。休·艾伯特和他的團隊在社會(huì )事務(wù)部每天都面臨著(zhù)各種問(wèn)題和批評，而馬爾科姆女王的粗口轟炸更是讓他們備受煎熬。劇情發(fā)生在唐寧街和BBC，采用了手提拍攝的方式，讓觀(guān)眾更加身臨其境。這部政治喜劇獲得了多個(gè)獎項，包括BAFTA，據傳美國也有意翻拍該劇。
《幕后危機第二季》別名：幕后危機，于2005-10-20在首播，制片國家/地區為英國，單集時(shí)長(cháng)30分鐘，總集數3集，語(yǔ)言對白英語(yǔ)，最新?tīng)顟B(tài)3。該電視劇評分9.5分，評分人數1228人。
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出處: 第二季經(jīng)典臺詞復制粘貼 (Wikiquote).
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Series 2, Episode 1
Hugh: How long since you've had sex?
Glenn: That is between me and my internet service provider.
Hugh: That was quite funny.
Glenn: I didn't think it was funny.
Hugh: I'm an elected representative of the people. It was funny.
Hugh Abbot: Robyn, all events are regional. Everything that happens in the world has to happen somewhere. Do you see? Even JFK's assassination was a regional event. But it was also very important. Like this factory visit.
Jamie: Have you seen the Whip's numbers?
Malcolm: NOMFuP.
Jamie: What?
Malcolm: NOMFuP. N-O-M-F-P. Not My Fucking Problem. I quite like that. Did you like that? I'll use that quite a lot today.
Malcolm Tucker:Y'know what's worrying me? Is this dodgy?
Jamie: I dunno, the kid's firm was the second lowest bid. He says they never talked, what does it matter?
Malcolm: Well, you know me, I'm a man of principle. I like to know whether I'm lying to save the skin of a tosser or a moron.
Jamie: Probably a moron.
Malcolm Tucker: Your're worse than dead meat. I don't know what you're laughing at. You're too toxic to even feed to the vultures.
Malcolm Tucker: How much fucking shit is there on the menu and what fucking flavour is it?
Malcolm: There is a difference between allowing someone's natural tittishness to come through, and just exploiting it through camera work here! You're sticking one tit moment on top of another tit moment. That wouldn't happen in real life.
Malcolm: Stats, percentages, international comparisons, information. E-mail them fucking wads of information. And tell them to get their heads around it before they put pen to paper, or I'll be up their arses like a fucking Biafran ferret, right? Come on, unleash hell!
Hugh: I know this is what they think people like me think, so I hate thinking it, but I just find myself thinking that they're from a different fucking species. You know, with their t-shirts and weird trousers and tabards. Why do they wear clothing with writing on it? And why are they so fat?
Jamie: Well, go, for fuck's sake, you big fucking prick! I'll cut your fucking ears off! We need it done.
Olly: When I met you this morning, I thought you were the nice Scot.
Malcolm: [On the phone to Olly] Have you sorted it, Olly?
Olly: It's not quite sorted just yet, Malcolm. It's difficult...
Malcolm: Shall I send Jamie over? Would you like that? You and Jamie and a rubber truncheon, locked in that fucking newsroom together.
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Series 2, Episode 2
Malcolm: Come the fuck in or fuck the fuck off.
Hugh: Well I'll come the fuck in then.
Hugh: Just thought you'd want to know as soon as possible. Terri's father... there's no news.
Malcolm: Oh, so you've come to talk about the reshuffle?
Malcolm: Don't take it personally.
Hugh: You're telling me she doesn't like me as a person. How else am I supposed to take it?
[Discussing Julius Nicholson]
Hugh: Can't we just kill him, shoot him?
Olly: What about we just fire him at a wall from a cannon. Just a wall two feet away.
Glenn: I know, we force feed him with a mixture of garlic and Dettol in Cup-a-Soup.
Hugh: What about the old red-hot poker up the arse? Edward II?
[Julius walks in]
Olly: I'd like to nail him to a tree through the head and watch lice slowly crawl over his body, eating off the flesh in a slow and painful death. But that rather bitter anomaly aside, most of the responses to the Warwick report press cuttings were pretty positive.
Hugh: [telling a joke at his party] And Julius, Julius Nicholson, says, ”I'm sorry but I think you'll find you're sitting in my seat.”
[No one laughs]
Hugh: And this was to God, as I mentioned in the setup. Anyway, have a lovely time.
Hugh Abbot: You saw me in there. I was swinging like a colostomy bag.
Hugh: Since when, Glenn, does the Secretary of State for Social Affairs have to find out from the fucking press that every morning at 8:30 I'm being fisted up to the gallbladder by a bald man?
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Series 2, Episode 3
Olly Reeder: Who wants to go and watch bollockvision? Mr Malcolm Tucker, turning it all the way up to eleven, down in the lobby.
[The Department of Social Affairs has been renamed The Department of Social Affairs and Citizenship]
Glen Cullen: So, Hugh, this new word 'Citizenship', did the PM tell you what it meant?
Hugh Abbot: Honestly, I think he was making up the reshuffle as he went along. I think we're lucky that 'citizenship' was the first thing that came to mind. Otherwise we could have been The Department for Social Affairs and Woodland Folk.
[Olly has made a joke about special needs kids]
Hugh: You just took a shit with your clothes on, Olly.
Olly: Why?
Hugh: Glenn's boy, Peter, he went to a special needs school.
Olly: Oh.
Hugh: Yep.
Olly: Glenn's had sex?
Olly: I had a girlfriend with Special Needs once, actually. [Smiles smuttily] Fortunately, I was able to fulfil them.
Hugh: You're such a prick, Ollie.
Hugh: Christ, Malcolm, how do you appear out of nowhere in a building made entirely out of glass?
Malcolm: I'm a shapeshifter.
Hugh Abbot: It's going to be like sitting on a tea crate, having chicken shit sprayed all over me.
Miscellaneous Civil Servant: Can you stop swearing, please?
Malcolm: Oh, I'm terribly sorry, you won't hear anymore swearing from us you MASSIVE, GAY, SHITE! FUCK OFF!
Hugh: I categorically did not knowingly not tell the truth. Even though unknowingly I might not have done.
Hugh: I don't know what else can go wrong now. Unless the flexible energy system sets fire to my office and the puts it out by squirting liquefied human shit through the ceiling sprinklers.
Malcolm: Hey, I'm going to have a swear box installed on Monday.
Hugh: What?
Malcolm: Fucking joking, you twat! I'm on turbo.
本季優(yōu)秀經(jīng)典段子集錦??！
《幕后危機第二季》是一部搞笑的電視劇，延續了前兩季的風(fēng)格，講述了社會(huì )事務(wù)部團隊每天處理各種煩惱和尷尬的故事。故事背景是唐寧街和BBC，劇中的主角休·艾伯特和他的團隊每天都要應對各種困難和罵名。馬爾科姆女王的臟話(huà)更是讓人大開(kāi)眼界。這部電視劇采用了手提拍攝式的攝影風(fēng)格，給人一種真實(shí)的現場(chǎng)感，讓觀(guān)眾相信政府就是這樣瘋狂而荒唐?！赌缓笪C第二季》獲得了多個(gè)喜劇大獎，甚至被美國看中要翻拍。
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Series 2, Episode 1
Hugh: How long since you've had sex?
Glenn: That is between me and my internet service provider.
Hugh: That was quite funny.
Glenn: I didn't think it was funny.
Hugh: I'm an elected representative of the people. It was funny.
Hugh Abbot: Robyn, all events are regional. Everything that happens in the world has to happen somewhere. Do you see? Even JFK's assassination was a regional event. But it was also very important. Like this factory visit.
Jamie: Have you seen the Whip's numbers?
Malcolm: NOMFuP.
Jamie: What?
Malcolm: NOMFuP. N-O-M-F-P. Not My Fucking Problem. I quite like that. Did you like that? I'll use that quite a lot today.
Malcolm Tucker:Y'know what's worrying me? Is this dodgy?
Jamie: I dunno, the kid's firm was the second lowest bid. He says they never talked, what does it matter?
Malcolm: Well, you know me, I'm a man of principle. I like to know whether I'm lying to save the skin of a tosser or a moron.
Jamie: Probably a moron.
Malcolm Tucker: Your're worse than dead meat. I don't know what you're laughing at. You're too toxic to even feed to the vultures.
Malcolm Tucker: How much fucking shit is there on the menu and what fucking flavour is it?
Malcolm: There is a difference between allowing someone's natural tittishness to come through, and just exploiting it through camera work here! You're sticking one tit moment on top of another tit moment. That wouldn't happen in real life.
Malcolm: Stats, percentages, international comparisons, information. E-mail them fucking wads of information. And tell them to get their heads around it before they put pen to paper, or I'll be up their arses like a fucking Biafran ferret, right? Come on, unleash hell!
Hugh: I know this is what they think people like me think, so I hate thinking it, but I just find myself thinking that they're from a different fucking species. You know, with their t-shirts and weird trousers and tabards. Why do they wear clothing with writing on it? And why are they so fat?
Jamie: Well, go, for fuck's sake, you big fucking prick! I'll cut your fucking ears off! We need it done.
Olly: When I met you this morning, I thought you were the nice Scot.
Malcolm: [On the phone to Olly] Have you sorted it, Olly?
Olly: It's not quite sorted just yet, Malcolm. It's difficult...
Malcolm: Shall I send Jamie over? Would you like that? You and Jamie and a rubber truncheon, locked in that fucking newsroom together.
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Series 2, Episode 2
Malcolm: Come the fuck in or fuck the fuck off.
Hugh: Well I'll come the fuck in then.
Hugh: Just thought you'd want to know as soon as possible. Terri's father... there's no news.
Malcolm: Oh, so you've come to talk about the reshuffle?
Malcolm: Don't take it personally.
Hugh: You're telling me she doesn't like me as a person. How else am I supposed to take it?
[Discussing Julius Nicholson]
Hugh: Can't we just kill him, shoot him?
Olly: What about we just fire him at a wall from a cannon. Just a wall two feet away.
Glenn: I know, we force feed him with a mixture of garlic and Dettol in Cup-a-Soup.
Hugh: What about the old red-hot poker up the arse? Edward II?
[Julius walks in]
Olly: I'd like to nail him to a tree through the head and watch lice slowly crawl over his body, eating off the flesh in a slow and painful death. But that rather bitter anomaly aside, most of the responses to the Warwick report press cuttings were pretty positive.
Hugh: [telling a joke at his party] And Julius, Julius Nicholson, says, ”I'm sorry but I think you'll find you're sitting in my seat.”
[No one laughs]
Hugh: And this was to God, as I mentioned in the setup. Anyway, have a lovely time.
Hugh Abbot: You saw me in there. I was swinging like a colostomy bag.
Hugh: Since when, Glenn, does the Secretary of State for Social Affairs have to find out from the fucking press that every morning at 8:30 I'm being fisted up to the gallbladder by a bald man?
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Series 2, Episode 3
Olly Reeder: Who wants to go and watch bollockvision? Mr Malcolm Tucker, turning it all the way up to eleven, down in the lobby.
[The Department of Social Affairs has been renamed The Department of Social Affairs and Citizenship]
Glen Cullen: So, Hugh, this new word 'Citizenship', did the PM tell you what it meant?
Hugh Abbot: Honestly, I think he was making up the reshuffle as he went along. I think we're lucky that 'citizenship' was the first thing that came to mind. Otherwise we could have been The Department for Social Affairs and Woodland Folk.
[Olly has made a joke about special needs kids]
Hugh: You just took a shit with your clothes on, Olly.
Olly: Why?
Hugh: Glenn's boy, Peter, he went to a special needs school.
Olly: Oh.
Hugh: Yep.
Olly: Glenn's had sex?
Olly: I had a girlfriend with Special Needs once, actually. [Smiles smuttily] Fortunately, I was able to fulfil them.
Hugh: You're such a prick, Ollie.
Hugh: Christ, Malcolm, how do you appear out of nowhere in a building made entirely out of glass?
Malcolm: I'm a shapeshifter.
Hugh Abbot: It's going to be like sitting on a tea crate, having chicken shit sprayed all over me.
Miscellaneous Civil Servant: Can you stop swearing, please?
Malcolm: Oh, I'm terribly sorry, you won't hear anymore swearing from us you MASSIVE, GAY, SHITE! FUCK OFF!
Hugh: I categorically did not knowingly not tell the truth. Even though unknowingly I might not have done.
Hugh: I don't know what else can go wrong now. Unless the flexible energy system sets fire to my office and the puts it out by squirting liquefied human shit through the ceiling sprinklers.
Malcolm: Hey, I'm going to have a swear box installed on Monday.
Hugh: What?
Malcolm: Fucking joking, you twat! I'm on turbo.
