Spent all morning trying to govern this country and somehow I’m still the dramatic one. by William Ewart Gladstone

At least I do my homework, Benjamin, which is more than can be said for your eyebrows.

You don’t become the nation’s headache by accident, William.

Every time he enters, the room feels like it’s been appointed to sin less.

He speaks like the House is a chapel and he’s billing by the sermon.

I asked for a Prime Minister, not a moral lecture with sideburns.