"Two more fucking minutes, and I'd have had her!"

But he was gonna love every fucking minute of it.

It takes him thirty fucking minutes to call it in because he's so sure a sweet little thing like her is still around somewhere.

Here, he didn't have a fucking minute to himself.

Three minutes ago she stood there a fucking minute, never mind about Lucinda.

He's spent thousands of years to get here and I have to leave in ten fucking minutes?

Can't you keep an eye on him for a fucking minute?

"You got thirteen fucking minutes for the price of five, Sam."

I don't want you hacking down there for a fucking five minutes!