Blackadder Quotes
Blackadder: [after noticing a portion of his newspaper has been cut out] Baldrick, why has half the front page been cut out?
Baldrick: I don't know.
Blackadder: You do know, don't you?
Baldrick: Yes.
Blackadder: You've been cutting out the cuttings about the elusive 'Shadow' to put in your highwayman's scrapbook, haven't you?
Baldrick: Oh, I can't help it, Mr B.! His life is so dark and shadowy, and full of fear and trepidation!
Blackadder: So is going to the toilet in the middle of the night, but you don't keep a scrapbook on it!
Baldrick: I do.
Baldrick: I don't know.
Blackadder: You do know, don't you?
Baldrick: Yes.
Blackadder: You've been cutting out the cuttings about the elusive 'Shadow' to put in your highwayman's scrapbook, haven't you?
Baldrick: Oh, I can't help it, Mr B.! His life is so dark and shadowy, and full of fear and trepidation!
Blackadder: So is going to the toilet in the middle of the night, but you don't keep a scrapbook on it!
Baldrick: I do.
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George: Honestly Blackadder, I dunno why I'm bothering to get dressed. As soon as I get to the Naughty Hellfire Club, I'll be debagged and radished for non-payment of debts!
Blackadder: [confused] "Radished", sir?
George: Yes, they pull your britches down and push a large radish right up your-!
Blackadder: Yes, yes, all right! There's no need to hammer it home.
George: Well as a matter of fact, they do often have to-!
Blackadder: [mortified] NO! NO!
Blackadder: [confused] "Radished", sir?
George: Yes, they pull your britches down and push a large radish right up your-!
Blackadder: Yes, yes, all right! There's no need to hammer it home.
George: Well as a matter of fact, they do often have to-!
Blackadder: [mortified] NO! NO!
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Blackadder: I can see where your daughter gets her ready wit, sir.
Hardwood: I thank you.
Blackadder: Although where she gets her good looks and charm is perhaps more of a mystery.
Hardwood: No one ever made money out of good looks and charm!
Blackadder: You obviously haven't met Lady Hamilton, sir.
Hardwood: I thank you.
Blackadder: Although where she gets her good looks and charm is perhaps more of a mystery.
Hardwood: No one ever made money out of good looks and charm!
Blackadder: You obviously haven't met Lady Hamilton, sir.
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Blackadder: CRISIS, BALDRICK, CRISIS! NO MONEY, NO MARRIAGE, MORE BILLS! For the first time in my life, I've decided to follow a suggestion of yours. Saddle Prince George's horse!
Baldrick: Oh sir, you're not becoming a highwayman?
Blackadder: [sarcastic] No, I'm auditioning for the part of Arnold the Bat in Sheridan's new comedy!
Baldrick: Oh sir, you're not becoming a highwayman?
Blackadder: [sarcastic] No, I'm auditioning for the part of Arnold the Bat in Sheridan's new comedy!
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Blackadder: Just saddle the Prince's horse!
Baldrick: That'll be difficult; he wrapped her round that gas lamp in the Strand last night!
Blackadder: Well saddle my horse, then!
Baldrick: What'd you think you've been eating for the past two months!?
Blackadder: Well go out into the street and hire me a horse!
Baldrick: Hire a horse!? For ninepence? On Jewish New Year in the rain!? A bare fortnight after the dreaded Horse Plague of Old London Town!? With the blacksmith's strike in its fifth week and the Dorset Horse Fetishists Fair tomorrow!? [pause, then Blackadder hurls a saddle and bridle at Baldrick]
Blackadder: Well get this on, then. It looks as though you could use the exercise!
Baldrick: That'll be difficult; he wrapped her round that gas lamp in the Strand last night!
Blackadder: Well saddle my horse, then!
Baldrick: What'd you think you've been eating for the past two months!?
Blackadder: Well go out into the street and hire me a horse!
Baldrick: Hire a horse!? For ninepence? On Jewish New Year in the rain!? A bare fortnight after the dreaded Horse Plague of Old London Town!? With the blacksmith's strike in its fifth week and the Dorset Horse Fetishists Fair tomorrow!? [pause, then Blackadder hurls a saddle and bridle at Baldrick]
Blackadder: Well get this on, then. It looks as though you could use the exercise!
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[As Blackadder plans to run off with Amy]
Baldrick: [annoyed] I still can't believe you're leaving me behind!
Blackadder: Don't worry, when we're established on our plantation in Barbados, I'll send for you. No more sad little London for you, Balders; from now on, you'll stand out in life as an individual!
Baldrick: Will I?
Blackadder: Well of course you will; all the other slaves will be black!
Baldrick: [annoyed] I still can't believe you're leaving me behind!
Blackadder: Don't worry, when we're established on our plantation in Barbados, I'll send for you. No more sad little London for you, Balders; from now on, you'll stand out in life as an individual!
Baldrick: Will I?
Blackadder: Well of course you will; all the other slaves will be black!
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Blackadder: [to Mrs Miggins] Mrs Miggins, if we were the last three human beings on earth, I'd be trying to start a family with Baldrick!
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Blackadder: Oh God, what a way to die! Shot by a transvestite on an unrealistic grassy knoll! [Baldrick appears]
Baldrick: Morning, Mr B.!
Blackadder: Baldrick? Baldrick! Thank you for introducing me to a genuinely new experience!
Baldrick: What experience is that?
Blackadder: Being pleased to see you!
Baldrick: Morning, Mr B.!
Blackadder: Baldrick? Baldrick! Thank you for introducing me to a genuinely new experience!
Baldrick: What experience is that?
Blackadder: Being pleased to see you!
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George: [talking about his love for Amy] Oh Amy, bless all ten of your tiny pinkies. [picks up his paper] Now, let's see what's in the paper... OH MY GOD! SHE'S BEEN ARRESTED AND HANGED!
Blackadder: [knowingly] Oh really?
George: It turns out she was a highwayman.
Blackadder: [tuts] These modern girls.
George: Apparently, someone tipped off the authorities and collected the £10,000 reward. What a greasy sneak! If only I could get my hands on him.
Blackadder: [tuts again] You can't trust anyone, these days, sir.
George: It says here that she had an accomplice...
[Blackadder drops his tray in fright]
George: ... But they don't know who it was.
[The tray jumps back into Blackadder's hands]
Blackadder: [knowingly] Oh really?
George: It turns out she was a highwayman.
Blackadder: [tuts] These modern girls.
George: Apparently, someone tipped off the authorities and collected the £10,000 reward. What a greasy sneak! If only I could get my hands on him.
Blackadder: [tuts again] You can't trust anyone, these days, sir.
George: It says here that she had an accomplice...
[Blackadder drops his tray in fright]
George: ... But they don't know who it was.
[The tray jumps back into Blackadder's hands]
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Blackadder: I want to be remembered when I'm dead. I want books written about me. I want songs sung about me. And then, hundreds of years from now, I want episodes of my life to be played out weekly at half past nine by some great heroic actor of the age.
Baldrick: Yeah, and I could be played by some tiny tit in a beard.
Blackadder: Quite.
Baldrick: Yeah, and I could be played by some tiny tit in a beard.
Blackadder: Quite.
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Blackadder: God, I'm wasted here. It's no life for a man of noble blood, being servant to a master with the intellect of a jugged walrus and all the social graces of a potty!
Baldrick: I'm wasted too. I've been thinking of bettering myself.
Blackadder: Oh really, how?
Baldrick': I applied for the job of village idiot of Kensington.
Blackadder: Oh. Get anywhere?
Baldrick: I got down to the last two, but I failed the final interview.
Blackadder: Oh, what went wrong?
Baldrick: I turned up. The other bloke was such an idiot, he forgot to.
Blackadder: Yes, I'm afraid my ambitions stretch slightly further than professional idiocy in West London!
Baldrick: I'm wasted too. I've been thinking of bettering myself.
Blackadder: Oh really, how?
Baldrick': I applied for the job of village idiot of Kensington.
Blackadder: Oh. Get anywhere?
Baldrick: I got down to the last two, but I failed the final interview.
Blackadder: Oh, what went wrong?
Baldrick: I turned up. The other bloke was such an idiot, he forgot to.
Blackadder: Yes, I'm afraid my ambitions stretch slightly further than professional idiocy in West London!
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[Baldrick explains his cunning plan to save the Prince]
Baldrick: Well, I just thought; this Wellington bloke's been in Europe for years. You don't know what he looks like, he don't know what you look like, so why don't you get someone else to fight the duel instead of you?
The Prince Regent: But I'm the Prince Regent! My portrait hangs on every wall!
Blackadder: Answer that, Baldrick.
Baldrick: Well, my cousin Bert Baldrick, Mr. Gainsborough's butler's dogsbody, says that he's heard all portraits look the same these days, 'cause they're painted to a romantic ideal, rather than as a true depiction of the idiosyncratic facial qualities of the person in question.
[Blackadder and the Prince look astonished]
Blackadder: Your cousin Bert obviously has a larger vocabulary than you do.
Baldrick: Well, I just thought; this Wellington bloke's been in Europe for years. You don't know what he looks like, he don't know what you look like, so why don't you get someone else to fight the duel instead of you?
The Prince Regent: But I'm the Prince Regent! My portrait hangs on every wall!
Blackadder: Answer that, Baldrick.
Baldrick: Well, my cousin Bert Baldrick, Mr. Gainsborough's butler's dogsbody, says that he's heard all portraits look the same these days, 'cause they're painted to a romantic ideal, rather than as a true depiction of the idiosyncratic facial qualities of the person in question.
[Blackadder and the Prince look astonished]
Blackadder: Your cousin Bert obviously has a larger vocabulary than you do.
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[After Baldrick suggests Blackadder fight the duel]
Blackadder: Baldrick, does it have to be this way? Our valued friendship ending with me cutting you into long strips and telling the Prince that you walked over a very sharp cattle grid in an extremely heavy hat?!
Blackadder: Baldrick, does it have to be this way? Our valued friendship ending with me cutting you into long strips and telling the Prince that you walked over a very sharp cattle grid in an extremely heavy hat?!
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Duke of Wellington: There's only one way to win a campaign: SHOUT, SHOUT AND SHOUT AGAIN!
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The Prince Regent: Good portents for your duel, do you think?
Blackadder: Not really, sir. I'm afraid that the duel is off.
The Prince Regent: Off?!
Blackadder: As in "Sod". I'm not doing it.
The Prince Regent: [outraged] By thunder, here's a pretty game! You will stay, sir, and do duty by your prince, or I shall--
Blackadder: [bitingly] Or what, you port-brained twerp?! I've been looking after you all my life! Even when we were babies, I had to show you which bit of your mother was serving the drinks!
Blackadder: Not really, sir. I'm afraid that the duel is off.
The Prince Regent: Off?!
Blackadder: As in "Sod". I'm not doing it.
The Prince Regent: [outraged] By thunder, here's a pretty game! You will stay, sir, and do duty by your prince, or I shall--
Blackadder: [bitingly] Or what, you port-brained twerp?! I've been looking after you all my life! Even when we were babies, I had to show you which bit of your mother was serving the drinks!
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[George wants Blackadder to fight the Duke in his place; he has offered him money and jewellery, illegal French lithographs and an amusing clock]
Blackadder: A man may fight for many things: his country, his principles, his friends, the glistening tear on the cheek of a golden child... But personally, I'd mud-wrestle my own mother for a ton of cash, an amusing clock and a sack of French porn! You're on!
Blackadder: A man may fight for many things: his country, his principles, his friends, the glistening tear on the cheek of a golden child... But personally, I'd mud-wrestle my own mother for a ton of cash, an amusing clock and a sack of French porn! You're on!
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[First lines]
Blackadder: Baldrick, what are you doing out there?
Baldrick: I'm carving something on this bullet, sir.
Blackadder: What are you craving?
Baldrick: I'm carving "Baldrick", sir!
Blackadder: Why?
Baldrick: It's part of a cunning plan, actually!
Blackadder: Of course it is.
Baldrick: You know how they say that somewhere there's a bullet with your name on it?
Blackadder: [haltingly] Yyyyyyyyes...?
Baldrick: Well, I thought that if I owned the bullet with my name on it, I'll never get hit by it! Cause I'll never shoot myself...
Blackadder: Oh, shame!
Baldrick: ... and the chances of there being two bullet with my name are very small indeed!
Blackadder: Yes, it's not the only thing around here that's "very small indeed". Your brain, for example. It's so minute, Baldrick, that if a hungry cannibal cracked your head open, there wouldn't be enough to cover a small water biscuit.
Blackadder: Baldrick, what are you doing out there?
Baldrick: I'm carving something on this bullet, sir.
Blackadder: What are you craving?
Baldrick: I'm carving "Baldrick", sir!
Blackadder: Why?
Baldrick: It's part of a cunning plan, actually!
Blackadder: Of course it is.
Baldrick: You know how they say that somewhere there's a bullet with your name on it?
Blackadder: [haltingly] Yyyyyyyyes...?
Baldrick: Well, I thought that if I owned the bullet with my name on it, I'll never get hit by it! Cause I'll never shoot myself...
Blackadder: Oh, shame!
Baldrick: ... and the chances of there being two bullet with my name are very small indeed!
Blackadder: Yes, it's not the only thing around here that's "very small indeed". Your brain, for example. It's so minute, Baldrick, that if a hungry cannibal cracked your head open, there wouldn't be enough to cover a small water biscuit.
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[After Baldrick suggests a cunning plan of joining the Catering Corps. to get out of the trenches]
Blackadder: There is however one slight flaw in the plan; you're the worst cook in the entire world!
Baldrick: Oh yeah.
Blackadder: There are amoeba on Saturn who could boil a better egg than you. Your filet mignons in sauce bernaise look like dog turds in glue!
Baldrick: That's because they are.
Blackadder: Your plum duff tastes like it's a molehill decorated with rabbit droppings.
Baldrick: I thought you wouldn't notice...
Blackadder: And your cream custard has the texture of cat vomit.
Baldrick: Again, it's...
Blackadder: If you were to serve up one of your meals at Staff HQ, you'd be arrested for the greatest mass poisoning since Lucretia Borgia invited 500 of her close friends for a wine and anthrax party!
Blackadder: There is however one slight flaw in the plan; you're the worst cook in the entire world!
Baldrick: Oh yeah.
Blackadder: There are amoeba on Saturn who could boil a better egg than you. Your filet mignons in sauce bernaise look like dog turds in glue!
Baldrick: That's because they are.
Blackadder: Your plum duff tastes like it's a molehill decorated with rabbit droppings.
Baldrick: I thought you wouldn't notice...
Blackadder: And your cream custard has the texture of cat vomit.
Baldrick: Again, it's...
Blackadder: If you were to serve up one of your meals at Staff HQ, you'd be arrested for the greatest mass poisoning since Lucretia Borgia invited 500 of her close friends for a wine and anthrax party!
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Melchett: Field Marshal Haig has formulated a brilliant new tactical plan to ensure final victory in the field.
Blackadder: Ah. Would this brilliant plan involve us climbing out of our trenches and walking very slowly towards the enemy?
Captain Darling: How could you possibly know that, Blackadder? It's classified information!
Blackadder: It's the same plan that we used last time and the seventeen times before that.
Melchett: Exactly! And that is what is so brilliant about it! It will catch the watchful Hun totally off guard! Doing precisely what we've done eighteen times before is exactly the last thing they'll expect us to do this time! There is, however, one small problem.
Blackadder: That everyone always gets slaughtered in the first ten seconds.
Melchett: That's right. And Field Marshal Haig is worried this may be depressing the men a tad. So he's looking for a way to cheer them up.
Blackadder: Well, his resignation and suicide seems the obvious choice.
Melchett: Hmm, interesting thought. Make a note of it, Darling.
Blackadder: Ah. Would this brilliant plan involve us climbing out of our trenches and walking very slowly towards the enemy?
Captain Darling: How could you possibly know that, Blackadder? It's classified information!
Blackadder: It's the same plan that we used last time and the seventeen times before that.
Melchett: Exactly! And that is what is so brilliant about it! It will catch the watchful Hun totally off guard! Doing precisely what we've done eighteen times before is exactly the last thing they'll expect us to do this time! There is, however, one small problem.
Blackadder: That everyone always gets slaughtered in the first ten seconds.
Melchett: That's right. And Field Marshal Haig is worried this may be depressing the men a tad. So he's looking for a way to cheer them up.
Blackadder: Well, his resignation and suicide seems the obvious choice.
Melchett: Hmm, interesting thought. Make a note of it, Darling.
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George: Permission to sing boisterously, sir?
Blackadder: If you must.
George and Melchett: [singing]Row, row, row your punt
Gently down the stream!
Belts off, trousers down!
Isn't life a scream?! OY!
Blackadder: Fabulous. University education; you can't beat it.
Blackadder: If you must.
George and Melchett: [singing]Row, row, row your punt
Gently down the stream!
Belts off, trousers down!
Isn't life a scream?! OY!
Blackadder: Fabulous. University education; you can't beat it.
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Blackadder: Get me a chisel and some marble, will you, Baldrick?
George: Oh, you're taking up sculpture now, sir?
Blackadder: No, I thought I'd get my headstone done.
George: What are you going to put on it?
Blackadder: "Here lies Edmund Blackadder, and he's bloody annoyed!"
George: Oh, you're taking up sculpture now, sir?
Blackadder: No, I thought I'd get my headstone done.
George: What are you going to put on it?
Blackadder: "Here lies Edmund Blackadder, and he's bloody annoyed!"
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Repeated line: We didn't receive any messages, and Captain Blackadder definitely did not shoot this delicious plump-breasted pigeon!
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Blackadder: I remember Massingbird's most famous case: the Case of the Bloody Knife. A man was found next to a murdered body. He had the knife in his hand. 13 witnesses had seen him stab the victim. And when the police arrived, he said "I'm glad I killed the bastard." Massingbird not only got him off; he got him knighted in the New Year's Honours List. And the relatives of the victim had to pay to wash the blood out of his jacket!
Perkins: Yeah, he's a dab hand at the prosecution as well, sir.
Blackadder: Yes, well, look at Oscar Wilde.
Perkins: Oh yes, butch ol' Oscar.
Blackadder: Big, bearded, bonking, butch Oscar. The terror of the ladies. 114 illegitimate children, world heavyweight boxing champion and author of the best-selling pamphlet "Why I Like To Do It With Girls." And Massingbird had him sent down for being a woopsie.
Perkins: Yeah, he's a dab hand at the prosecution as well, sir.
Blackadder: Yes, well, look at Oscar Wilde.
Perkins: Oh yes, butch ol' Oscar.
Blackadder: Big, bearded, bonking, butch Oscar. The terror of the ladies. 114 illegitimate children, world heavyweight boxing champion and author of the best-selling pamphlet "Why I Like To Do It With Girls." And Massingbird had him sent down for being a woopsie.
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George: I'm a complete duffer at this sort of thing. In the School Debating Society, I was voted Boy-Least-Likely-to-Complete-a-Coherent... erm...
Blackadder: Sentence?
George: Yeah.
Blackadder: Sentence?
George: Yeah.
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Blackadder: I wouldn't get your hopes up, Darling. Any reasonably impartial judge is bound to let me off.
Darling: [smugly] Well, of course.
Blackadder: Who is the judge?
Melchett: BAAAAA!
Blackadder: I'm dead.
Darling: [smugly] Well, of course.
Blackadder: Who is the judge?
Melchett: BAAAAA!
Blackadder: I'm dead.
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Melchett: Anything to say before we kick off, Captain Darling?
Darling: May it please the court, as this is clearly an open and shut case, I beg leave to bring a private prosecution against the defence counsel for wasting the court's time.
Melchett: Granted. The defence counsel is fined £50 for turning up!
Darling: May it please the court, as this is clearly an open and shut case, I beg leave to bring a private prosecution against the defence counsel for wasting the court's time.
Melchett: Granted. The defence counsel is fined £50 for turning up!
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Blackadder: Come on George, with fifty thousand men getting killed a week, who's gonna miss a pigeon!? [he shoots the pigeon]
[Later, when Melchett realizes Blackadder shot his pet pigeon, Speckled Jim]
Melchett: Speckly?! AH! YOU SHOT MY SPECKLED JIM!
Darling: You're for it now, Blackadder! Quite frankly, sir, I've suspected this for some time; clearly Captain Blackadder has been ignoring orders with a breathtaking impertinence!
Melchett: I DON'T CARE IF HE'S BEEN ROGERING THE DUKE OF YORK WITH A PRIZE-WINNING LEEK! HE SHOT MY PIGEON!!!
[Later, when Melchett realizes Blackadder shot his pet pigeon, Speckled Jim]
Melchett: Speckly?! AH! YOU SHOT MY SPECKLED JIM!
Darling: You're for it now, Blackadder! Quite frankly, sir, I've suspected this for some time; clearly Captain Blackadder has been ignoring orders with a breathtaking impertinence!
Melchett: I DON'T CARE IF HE'S BEEN ROGERING THE DUKE OF YORK WITH A PRIZE-WINNING LEEK! HE SHOT MY PIGEON!!!
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[Blackadder's rather jovial firing squad visits him in his cell]
Squad Leader: You see, us firing squads are a bit like taxmen, sir - everyone hates us, but we're just doin' our job, aren't we, lads? [he and the squad laugh]
Blackadder: [dryly] My heart bleeds for you.
Squad Leader: Well, sir, we "aim" to please! [he and the squad laugh]
Squad man: Just a little firing squad joke there, sir!
Squad Leader: You see, sir, we take pride in the termanatory service we supply. So, is there any particular area you'd like us to go for? We can aim anywhere.
Blackadder: Well, in that case, just above my head might be a good spot.
[The firing squad laugh]
Squad Leader: You see! A laugh and a smile, and all of a sudden the job doesn't seem quite so bad after all, does it, sir?
Squad man: [observing Blackadder closely] No! And a lovely roomy forehead...
Squad man 2: A good pulse and jugular there as well...
Blackadder: [abruptly] Look, I'm sorry, I know you mean to be friendly, but I hope you won't take it amiss if I ask you to sod off and die!
[The firing squad soldiers are offended and start to complain]
Squad Leader: No, no, no, fair enough. 'Course not, sir. No one likes being shot first thing in the morning, do they, lads? [the rest of the firing squad voices agreement] So, look forward to seeing you tomorow, sir! You'll have a blindfold on of course, but you'll recognize me. I'm the one that says, "Ready, aim, fire!"
Blackadder: Can I ask you to leave a pause between the word "aim" and the word "fire"? Thirty or forty years, perhaps?
[The firing squad laugh]
Squad Leader: Ahh, wish I could pause, sir, I really wish I could. But I can't, you see, 'cos I'm a gabbler, me, you see. "READYAI
Squad Leader: You see, us firing squads are a bit like taxmen, sir - everyone hates us, but we're just doin' our job, aren't we, lads? [he and the squad laugh]
Blackadder: [dryly] My heart bleeds for you.
Squad Leader: Well, sir, we "aim" to please! [he and the squad laugh]
Squad man: Just a little firing squad joke there, sir!
Squad Leader: You see, sir, we take pride in the termanatory service we supply. So, is there any particular area you'd like us to go for? We can aim anywhere.
Blackadder: Well, in that case, just above my head might be a good spot.
[The firing squad laugh]
Squad Leader: You see! A laugh and a smile, and all of a sudden the job doesn't seem quite so bad after all, does it, sir?
Squad man: [observing Blackadder closely] No! And a lovely roomy forehead...
Squad man 2: A good pulse and jugular there as well...
Blackadder: [abruptly] Look, I'm sorry, I know you mean to be friendly, but I hope you won't take it amiss if I ask you to sod off and die!
[The firing squad soldiers are offended and start to complain]
Squad Leader: No, no, no, fair enough. 'Course not, sir. No one likes being shot first thing in the morning, do they, lads? [the rest of the firing squad voices agreement] So, look forward to seeing you tomorow, sir! You'll have a blindfold on of course, but you'll recognize me. I'm the one that says, "Ready, aim, fire!"
Blackadder: Can I ask you to leave a pause between the word "aim" and the word "fire"? Thirty or forty years, perhaps?
[The firing squad laugh]
Squad Leader: Ahh, wish I could pause, sir, I really wish I could. But I can't, you see, 'cos I'm a gabbler, me, you see. "READYAI
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George: You a bit cheesed off, sir?
Blackadder: George, the day this war began, I was cheesed off. Within ten minutes of you turning up, I finished the cheese and moved on to the coffee and cigars. And at this late stage, I am in a cab with two lady companions on my way to The Pink Pussycat in Lower Regent Street.
Blackadder: George, the day this war began, I was cheesed off. Within ten minutes of you turning up, I finished the cheese and moved on to the coffee and cigars. And at this late stage, I am in a cab with two lady companions on my way to The Pink Pussycat in Lower Regent Street.
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[Blackadder has just sent Baldrick to clean out the latrines, and when he returns, a massive cheer is heard outside']
Baldrick: Sir, it's all over the trenches!
Blackadder: Well, mop it up then!
Baldrick: Sir, it's all over the trenches!
Blackadder: Well, mop it up then!
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