[talking about her ex-boyfriend]Natalie: He says no ones gonna fancy a girl with thighs the size of big tree trunks. Not a nice guy, actually, in the end.Prime Minister: Ah! You know, um, being Prime Minister, I could just have him murdered.Natalie: Thank you, sir. Ill think about it.Prime Minister: Do. The SAS are absolutely charming. Ruthless trained killers are just a phone call away.