Hugh Grant For Prime Minister | Love Actually | Screen Bites

Welcome, Prime Minister. Oh, I must work on my wave. How are you? How are you feeling? Um, cool. Powerful. Would you like to meet your household staff? Yes, I would like that very much indeed. Anything to put off actually running in the country. This is Terrence. He's in charge. Good morning, sir. Good morning. I had an uncle called Terrence once. Hated him. I think he was a pervert. But I very much like the look of you. This is Pat. Hello, Pat. Good morning, sir. I'm the housekeeper. All right. Well, it should be a lot easier with me than with the last lot. No nappies, no teenagers, no scary wife. And this is Natalie. She's new, like you. Hello, Natalie. Hello, David. I mean, sir. Shit, I can't believe I've just said that. And now I've gone and said shit. Twice. I'm so sorry, sir. It's fine, it's fine. You could have said **** and then we'd have been in real trouble. Thank you, sir. I did have an awful premonition I was going to **** up on my first day. Oh, piss it. These have just come through from the treasury. And these are for you. Excellent. Thanks a lot. I was hoping you'd win. Not that it wouldn't have been nice to the other bloke, too. Just always giving him the boring biscuits for no chocolate. Thanks very much. Thanks. Natalie. Come on, get a grip. You're the prime minister, for God's sake. And you live with your husband, boyfriend? Three illegitimate but charming children? No, I've just split up with my boyfriend, actually. So I'm back with my mum and dad for a while. Oh, sorry. No, it's fine. I'm well sure of him. He said I was getting fat. I beg your pardon? He said no one's going to fancy a girl with thighs the size of big tree trunks. Not a nice guy, actually. In the end. You know, being prime minister, I could just have him murdered. Thank you, sir. I'll think about it. Do. The SAS are absolutely charming. Ruthless, trained killers are just a phone call away. You have this kind of problem? Yeah, of course you did. You saucy minx. Very jealous of your plane, by the way. Thank you. We love that thing, I'll tell you. Ah, Natalie. Hi. Morning, man. How's your day so far? Excellent. My goodness. It's a pretty little son of a bitch right there. Did you see those pipes? Yeah, yeah. She's terrific. Met her at Jamba. Sorry if our line was firm, but there's no point in tiptoeing around today and then just disappointing you for four years. I mean, I have plans and I plan to see them through. Absolutely. Now, there is one final thing I think we should look at. It's very close to my heart. Just give me a second. I'll give you anything you ask for. As long as it's not something I don't want to give. Hi. It's great scotch. I'll, um... I'll be going then. Uh, Natalie. I hope to see much more of you as our two great countries work toward a better future. Thank you, sir. Ah, yes, Peter. Mr. President, uh, has it been a good visit? Very satisfactory indeed. We, uh, got what we came for. And our special relationship is still very special. Um, Prime Minister? I love that word, relationship. Covers all manner of sins, doesn't it? I fear that this has become a bad relationship. A relationship based on the President taking exactly what he wants and casually ignoring all those things that really matter to, um... Britain. We may be a small country, but we're a great one, too. A country of Shakespeare, Churchill, the Beatles, Sean Connery, Harry Potter. David Beckham's right foot. David Beckham's left foot, come to that. And a friend who bullies us is no longer a friend. And since bullies only respond to strength, from now onward, I will be prepared to be much stronger. And the President should be prepared for that. It's almost enough to make you feel patriotic. So here's one for our arse-kicking Prime Minister. I think he'll enjoy this. A golden oldie for a golden oldie. Yeah, um, Mary, I've been thinking. Can we move the Japanese ambassador to four o'clock tomorrow? Certainly, sir. Terrific, thanks so much. Hello, does Natalie live here? No. Right, fine, thank you. Sorry to disturb. Aren't you the Prime Minister? Uh, yes. In fact, I am. Merry Christmas. Oh! Part of the service now. Trying to get round everyone by New Year's Eve. Ah, hello. Does Natalie live here? No, she doesn't. Oh, dear. Okay. Are you singing carols? Uh, no. No, I'm not. Please, sir, please. Please. Well, I mean, I suppose I could. Please. All right. Hood King Winceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen When the snow lay round about Deep and crisp and even Hello, sorry to disturb. Does Natalie live here? No, she lives next door. Ah, brilliant. You're not who I think you are, are you? Yes, I'm afraid I am. And I'm sorry about all the cock-ups. It's not my fault. My cabinets are absolute crap. We have to do better next year. Merry Christmas to you. Ah, hello. Is, uh, Natalie here? Where the **** is my ******* coat? Oh, hello. Hello. Um, this is my mum and my dad and my uncle Tony and my auntie Lynn. Hi, very nice to meet you. And, um, this is the prime minister. Yes, we can see that, darling. And, um, unfortunately, we're very late. It's the school Christmas concert, you see, David. It is the first time all the local schools have joined together, even St Basil's. Too much detail, mum. Anyway, how can we help, sir? Well, I just needed Natalie on some state business. Right. So, not quite as secret as we'd hoped. What do we do now? Smile. Little bow.