Queenie: I know why you want to get out of it, because I remember the last time you had a party, I found you face down in a puddle wearing a pointy hat and singing a song about goblins.
Melchett: If nothing else works, a total pig-headed unwillingness to look facts in the face will see us through.
George: Now I've got my lovely fire I'm happy as a Frenchman who's invented a pair of self-removing trousers.
Blackadder: Oh, God, God, God! What on earth was I drinking last night? My head feels like there's a Frenchman living in it.
Percy: I mean, money isn't everything. Think of clouds and daisies, and the lovely smiles on little babies' faces.
Baldrick: 'Hear the words I sing, War's a horrid thing, But still I sing, sing, sing, Ding a ling a ling.'
George on waiting for orders: 'When are we going to give Fritz a taste of our British spunk?'
Blackadder: 'Baldrick, in the Amazonian rain forests there are tribes of Indians as yet untouched by civilisation who have developed more convincing Charlie Chaplin impressions than yours.'
Melchett: 'If you come back with the information, Captain Darling will pump you thoroughly in the debriefing room.'
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I want to be aMilitary (Recon) sniper.
Thats one reason I wasnt on for ever.