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E: However, if we are to get him to support us, he will need some sort of incentive.
G: Hmm. Anything in mind?
E: Well, you could appoint him a High Court judge...
G: Is he qualified?
E: He's a violent, bigoted, mindless old fool.
G: Sounds a bit *over*qualified... Well, send him here at once!
And this:
E: Right. Now all we have to do is fill in this MP application form. Name:
`Baldrick'. First name...?
B: Er, I'm not sure.
E: Well, you must have some idea...
B: Well, it might be `Sod off'.
E: What?
B: Well, when I used to play in the gutter, I used to say to the other
snipes, "Hello, my name's Baldrick," and they'd say, "Yes, we know.Sod off, Baldrick."
And this other cracker:
G: I say, Blackadder, are you sure this is the PM? Seems like a bit of an oily tick to me. When I was at school, we used to line up four or five of his sort, make them bend over, and use them as a toastrack.
P: You don't surprise me, sir -- I know your sort. Once, it was I who stood
in the big, cold schoolroom, a hot crumpet burning my cheeks with shame.
Since that day, I have been busy, every hour God sends, working to become
Prime Minister and fight sloth and privilege wherever I found it.
E: I trust you weren't too busy to remove the crumpet...
Arguably the best chapter of the comedic Blackadder saga next to the fourth one.  |
