a meme I can live with
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reabhecc: "When you see this, post a quote from Black Adder in your journal."
Too hard to choose just one!
Really, it's hard to even choose four, but here goes.
Blackadder Parte The Firste
Edmund: Honestly, Percy, I bet you're just the sort of person who thinks that sticking your finger up a sheep's bottom on Good Friday will make you fertile!
Baldrick: That's rubbish!
Edmund: Quite, really.
Baldrick: It's Easter Monday.
Edmund: Yes, remind me not to shake your hand during a religious festival, Baldrick.
Blackadder, Parte the Seconde
Mollie: (sweetly) Bye, Baldrick!
Baldrick: (just as so) Bye bye, Mollie!
Edmund: Get out; go on! (Baldrick leaves) You're a one, aren't you? When you should be whispering sweet conversational nothings like "Goodness me, something twice the size of the Royal Barge has just hove into view between the sheets," you don't say a word, but enter the Creature From The Black Latrine and you won't stop jabbering.
Mollie: He was treating me like a human being.
Edmund: Look, if I had wanted a lecture on the rights of Man, I would have gone to bed with Martin Luther.
Blackadder III
Edmund: Pah! I laugh in the face of danger. I drop ice cubes down the vest of fear. Things couldn't be better Baldrick. She'll get me abroad and make me rich, then I'll probably drop her and get two hundred concubines to share my bed.
Baldrick: Won't they rather prickly?
Edmind: Concubines, Baldrick, not porcupines.
Blackadder Goes Forth
Blackadder: Now, where the hell are we?
George: [looks at map] Well, it's difficult to say, we appear to have crawled into an area marked with mushrooms.
Blackadder: [patiently] What do those symbols denote?
George: Pfff. That we're in a field of mushrooms?
Blackadder: Lieutenant, that is a military map, it is unlikely to list interesting flora and fungi. Look at the key and you'll discover that those mushrooms aren't for picking.
George: Good Lord, you're quite right sir, it says "mine". So, these mushrooms must belong to the man who made the map.
Blackadder: Either that, or we're in the middle of a mine FIELD.
Baldrick: Oh dear.
George: So, he owns the field as well?
reabhecc: "When you see this, post a quote from Black Adder in your journal."Too hard to choose just one!
Really, it's hard to even choose four, but here goes.
Blackadder Parte The Firste
Edmund: Honestly, Percy, I bet you're just the sort of person who thinks that sticking your finger up a sheep's bottom on Good Friday will make you fertile!
Baldrick: That's rubbish!
Edmund: Quite, really.
Baldrick: It's Easter Monday.
Edmund: Yes, remind me not to shake your hand during a religious festival, Baldrick.
Blackadder, Parte the Seconde
Mollie: (sweetly) Bye, Baldrick!
Baldrick: (just as so) Bye bye, Mollie!
Edmund: Get out; go on! (Baldrick leaves) You're a one, aren't you? When you should be whispering sweet conversational nothings like "Goodness me, something twice the size of the Royal Barge has just hove into view between the sheets," you don't say a word, but enter the Creature From The Black Latrine and you won't stop jabbering.
Mollie: He was treating me like a human being.
Edmund: Look, if I had wanted a lecture on the rights of Man, I would have gone to bed with Martin Luther.
Blackadder III
Edmund: Pah! I laugh in the face of danger. I drop ice cubes down the vest of fear. Things couldn't be better Baldrick. She'll get me abroad and make me rich, then I'll probably drop her and get two hundred concubines to share my bed.
Baldrick: Won't they rather prickly?
Edmind: Concubines, Baldrick, not porcupines.
Blackadder Goes Forth
Blackadder: Now, where the hell are we?
George: [looks at map] Well, it's difficult to say, we appear to have crawled into an area marked with mushrooms.
Blackadder: [patiently] What do those symbols denote?
George: Pfff. That we're in a field of mushrooms?
Blackadder: Lieutenant, that is a military map, it is unlikely to list interesting flora and fungi. Look at the key and you'll discover that those mushrooms aren't for picking.
George: Good Lord, you're quite right sir, it says "mine". So, these mushrooms must belong to the man who made the map.
Blackadder: Either that, or we're in the middle of a mine FIELD.
Baldrick: Oh dear.
George: So, he owns the field as well?
