1. Go away!
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2. My Lord, there is someone
at the door to see you.
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3. Oh, God! What time is it?
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4. Four o'clock.
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5. Baldrick, I've told you before,
you mustn't let me sleep all day.
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6. This woman charges by the hour!
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7. Erm, My Lord,
it's four o'clock in the morning.
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8. Someone wants to see me
at 4:00 in the morning?
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9. What is he, a giant lark?
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10. Er, no, he's a priest.
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11. Tell him I'm Jewish!
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12. Aren't you going to introduce me, then?
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13. What?
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14. Aren't you going to introduce me
to your friend?
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15. Oh, very well, but I think
you're making a mistake.
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16. Baldrick, I am delighted
to introduce you to...
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17. I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name.
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18. Mollie.
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19. Of course, Mollie! Baldrick,
this is Mollie, a dear friend of mine.
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20. I'm not dear!
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21. I'm very reasonable, actually, Baldrick.
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22. Most girls would charge
an extra sixpence
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23. for all the horrible things
he wants to do.
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24. Yes, all right!
All right, all right, all right.
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25. Baldrick, this is Mollie,
an inexpensive prostitute.
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26. Mollie, this is Baldrick,
a pointless peasant!
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27. Now, may I go to sleep, please?
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28. Yeah, well, what about this priest?
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29. Tell him to take his sacred backside
out of here!
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30. What's more, if he comes begging again,
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31. tell him I shall report him to
the Bishop of Bath and Wells
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32. who drowns babies during christenings
and eats them in the vestry afterwards.
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33. Very good, My Lord.
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34. Bye, Bald rick.
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35. Bye-bye, Mollie.
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36. For God's sake, get out!
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37. Well, you're a one, aren't you?
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38. When you should be whispering
sweet conversational nothings
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39. like, "Goodness, something twice
the size of the Royal Barge"
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between the sheets,"
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from the Black Latrine
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43. and you won't stop jabbering!
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44. He treated me like a human being.
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on the Rights of Man,
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47. Yes, Baldrick, what is it now?
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48. It's that priest.
He says he still wants to see you.
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49. And did you mention the baby-eating
Bishop of Bath and Wells?
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50. - I did, My Lord.
- And what did he say?
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51. He said, "I am the
baby-eating Bishop of Bath and Wells!"
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52. Good Lord!
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have you, Blackadder?
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54. No. No, I'm not married.
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55. In that case, I'll skip breakfast
and get straight down to business!
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57. No, I don't.
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64. "or Revenge".
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but unfortunately,
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67. and this is the real bugger,
I've gone and lost my wallet.
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68. Disastrous!
It had all my addresses in it,
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" Forget Ye Not"
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71. That's no concern of mine.
The debt is now due.
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72. Not to repay a loan is a sin,
and we Black Monks, we hate sin!
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75. Good morning, my dear!
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78. I have a mind, my pretty,
to play nuns and novices,
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80. Saucy!
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81. But as for you, you come with me!
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82. Where?
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83. To visit the last poor fool
who lost his wallet!
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84. Ow!
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85. "William Greaves, born 1513
in Chelmsford with the love of Christ,"
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86. "died 1563 in"
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87. "agony with a spike up his bottom!"
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88. 'Tis ever and so, nuncle,
with the Black Monks!
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89. Screamed did he.
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90. Screamed and gurgled as they skewered
his cat-flap for want of a farthing!
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92. Erm, yes. Yes, indeed.
But tell me, Bishop,
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something like,
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95. "I'm a close friend of the Queen's
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96. "and I think she'd be very interested
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and the wimple,
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98. "so why don't we just
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101. and, secondly, you'll regret
calling me "fatso" later today!
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102. Ah.
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103. I will have my money
by Evensong tonight or...
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104. your bottom will wish
it had never been born!
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105. Poor Tom is a-cold!
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106. Pity poor Tom, for his nose is frozen!
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107. And he doth shiver and is mad!
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108. Oh, shut up!
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109. So, lads, I'm up a certain creek
without a certain instrument.
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110. Either I raise a 1,000 pounds
by this evening or I get murdered.
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111. What should I do?
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112. - It's obvious.
- What?
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113. You'll have to get murdered.
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114. You'd never raise that sort of money.
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115. Oh, come now, Baldrick!
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117. Pay the fellow, Edmund,
and damn his impudence!
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118. I haven't got a 1,000, dung-head!
I've got 85 quid in the whole world.
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119. But you're always boasting to the Queen
about how wealthy you are!
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120. Ah, a cunning web of deceit
subtly spun about the court
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121. to improve my standing, unfortunately.
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122. What, do you mean you've been...
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124. Yep. My whole life
has been a tissue of whoppers.
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125. I consider myself
one of England's finest liars.
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126. - Oh, my God, Percy!
- Oh!
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127. A giant hummingbird is
about to eat your hat and cloak!
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128. - Oh, no!
- You see? I'm terrific.
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129. It seems to have gone now.
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130. Couldn't you just dip
into the family fortune?
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131. There isn't one.
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132. My father blew it all on wine,
women and amateur dramatics.
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133. At the end, he eking out a living
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134. doing humorous impressions
of Anne of Cleves!
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135. Oh, Edmund, I am sorry. I had no idea.
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136. But do not despair,
for I have some small savings,
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from my weekly allowance,
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139. By luck, it is just over a 1,000,
methinks,
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140. and has, for years,
been hidden beyond the wit of any thief
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143. Behind the kitchen dresser.
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144. You've seen it?
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145. Seen it, pinched it, spent it.
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146. And the same goes for the two farthings
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147. Baldrick thinks he's got
hidden inside that mouldy potato.
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148. Oh, bloody hell!
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149. Then, you are doomed.
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150. Alas.
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151. For God's sake,
let us sit upon the carpet
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152. and tell sad stories...
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153. Certainly not!
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154. When Lord Blackadder is in trouble,
he does not sit about!
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155. You won't be able to sit about
with a spike up your bottom.
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156. Well, exactly.
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157. But still, I've got 85 quid,
and that's a start.
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158. I'm sure I'll think of something
as long as I'm not disturbed.
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159. My Lord, the Queen does demand
your urgent presence, on pain of death!
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160. Oh, damn!
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161. The path of my life is
strewn with cowpats
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162. from the devil's own satanic herd!
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163. Madam, you sent for me.
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164. Did I? I don't remember.
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165. What a naughty scatterbrain I am!
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166. Snap!
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167. Well, perhaps, ma'am,
if I might be allowed to withdraw,
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168. I have one or two tiny matters
to attend to.
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169. Certainly.
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171. Oh, magnificent!
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I didn't and I fooled you!
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176. And it worked brilliantly, didn't it?
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177. It was terrific, madam.
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because I think my sides have split.
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179. So, why did you want to see me?
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180. To crack the lovely joke!
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181. Or, perhaps, Blackadder,
you don't think the Queen's jokes
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to be troubled with?
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183. Au contraire. I am ecstatic
about the whole instance.
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my head would have fallen off.
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186. If you don't start soon,
your head will fall off!
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187. Now, pay Melchie his 85 pounds
and run along.
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188. - Eighty-five pounds?
- Yes.
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189. We had a bet. I said that
you wouldn't fall for my trick,
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I'm so super and you're so stupid.
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from Billingsgate to Richmond
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got his knob out at Hampton Court
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198. and stood at the end of the passage,
pretending to be a door!
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199. Oh, shut up, Balders, you'd laugh
at a Shakespeare comedy!
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200. Edmund! Oh, Edmund!
I have awaited your return!
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201. And thank God you did, for I was just
thinking, my God, "I die in 12 hours."
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202. "What I really need is a hug
from a complete prat."
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203. But fear not, for I have a plan to
save the life of my dear, dear friend!
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204. Look, I'm not interested in
your bloody friends, what about me?
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205. Not bad, Edmund!
That's a good one.
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what's your big plan, blockhead?
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this very afternoon,
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base things into gold.
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since the dawn of time
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212. doesn't dampen your spirits at all?
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213. Oh, no, I like a challenge!
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217. Well, I did have one idea,
My Lord, but...
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- What is it?
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to be made down the docks...
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221. Favours? What do you mean?
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222. Delivering messages, sewing on buttons,
that kind of thing?
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223. Erm, not quite.
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- My Lord?
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that I become a rent boy?
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226. Well, good looking bloke like you,
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could make a bomb.
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228. Just stick a pink carnation
in your hat and, er, make the old sign.
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231. I'll just put the kettle on
while we wait, shall I?
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and sordid plan might just work!
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234. Give me a kiss
and I'll give you a penny.
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235. - A penny?
- All right, a tuppence!
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237. Nothing fancy, just a peck.
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my mother always used to come...
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better and you shall have a story."
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253. Oh, get out of the way. I'll do it!
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254. There, there, Arthur.
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255. Muah!
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256. Mummy kiss it better
and you shall have a story.
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258. Oh, I don't know.
One about a squirrel, I suppose.
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259. And then Squirry the Squirrel went...
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262. Aw, thanks very much, me old shivering
mateys, that was wonderful!
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263. Now then, how much do you charge
for a good hard shag?
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264. A thousand pounds.
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265. A thousand pounds?
You've gotta be joking!
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268. Yeah. Now, all we need to do,
My Lord, is to go down the cock fights
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but has odds of 40,000 to one!
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get certain urges...
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and disguise it as a bird.
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that no-one will back it,
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so we'll put money on it.
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283. Yeah, if we stick enough feathers on it
and hang an egg between its legs.
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death loses its sting!
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286. My Lord, the Queen does demand
your urgent presence, on pain of death.
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287. You're not making any friends here,
you do know that, don't you?
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288. - Madam, you sent for me again?
- Yes, Edmund.
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for the silly trick I played on you.
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290. Ah!
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a short sharp trip to Botty-land!
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295. Thank you, Nursie.
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- Yes.
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298. Thanks for coming.
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300. My lady?
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across town again
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all the way across town the first time!
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of the world's greatest living comedian.
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I promised Lord Melchett
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shove halfpenny with him,
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312. Unfortunately, only a Sixpence, ma'am,
what a shame!
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313. Oh, no. A Sixpence will do just as well.
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like a pair of armoured trousers
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318. Baldrick, have you been
eating dung again?
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an hour's ceaseless searching,
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Pure gold!
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- Yes, My Lord!
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I don't want to be pedantic or anything,
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it's not really a nugget, is it?
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but tomorrow, who knows
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339. So, we three alone in all the world
can create the finest green at will?
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340. Just so.
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counting in Baldrick, actually.
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discovery means, don't you, Percy?
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- My Lord?
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I'm going to sell the house.
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348. - What?
- There's nothing else for it.
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the old place, I know.
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when you and Percy have been out.
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351. But needs must when the devil
vomits into your kettle!
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352. Baldrick, go forth into the streets
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353. and let it be known that Lord Blackadder
wishes to sell his house.
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354. Percy, just go forth into the street.
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356. Oh, dear!
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encouraging nibble from another client
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well enough to know
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to ignore a nibble for long!
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in the bedrooms, Timothy.
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362. Well, Mrs Pants,
dry rot is as dry rot does.
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364. And the floors are, perhaps,
a little uneven.
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365. Indeed, yes, madam,
and at no extra cost!
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367. Yes, that's the servant. He'll be gone.
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your banter, haven't you?
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It's spontaneous and it's called wit!
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this home was looking into sewage,
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for 'twas his name,
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374. "Romeo, let's make 'em
functional and comfortable!"
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375. Oh, well, that seems nice,
don't it, dear?
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erm, privy terms,
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fresh air orifices
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gutter installation below.
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383. Yes.
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384. Well, in that case,
we'll definitely take it!
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386. There. That's the lot.
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387. He only wanted to pay a 1,000,
but I managed to beat him up to a 1,100.
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388. Oh, Edmund! You wily old trickster, you!
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389. Oh, credit where credit's due.
I just named the price.
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who actually beat him up.
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on the front of your tunic?
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from pure green.
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395. It is with trinkets such as this brooch,
and here, a ring,
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and buy back your house!
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397. You think there's a big market for
jewellery that looks like snot, then?
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hasn't he, Percy?
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402. Ah, messenger! Thank God you came.
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403. Percy and I could not have waited
another second without you!
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404. Your Majesty!
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405. Thank God you've arrived! Terrible news!
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406. What?
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407. The French intend to invade, Blackadder.
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408. My God!
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409. - So I need some money.
- Ah.
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410. Yes. Every nobleman must pay 500 pounds
towards the upkeep of the navies.
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411. But we've decided
to make you a special case.
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412. Oh, thank you, ma'am.
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413. Melchie here hasn't got a bean,
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414. so we thought, as you're so fabulously
wealthy, you can pay for both!
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415. It would be awfully sweet of you.
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416. Yes. Unfortunately, ma'am,
I'm in the middle of a cash flow crisis
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417. and I just haven't got any money on me.
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418. - But, Edmund...
- Sorry, ma'am!
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419. What's that in your tights?
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420. Oh, good Lord!
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421. It looks like just over a 1,000 pounds.
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422. So it is.
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423. I thought you said you didn't have any.
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424. Oh, I thought you meant real money!
Oh, this is just a bit of loose change.
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425. I must've left it in my cod-piece
when I sent these tights to the laundry.
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426. Gosh! A 1,000 pounds just
loose in your tights? That is flash!
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427. Anyway, hand it over.
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428. Ah.
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429. Thanks. Bye.
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430. Right.
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431. Well, goodbye indeed.
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432. Goodbye, ma'am. Goodbye, Melchett.
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433. Goodbye, Nursie.
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434. Bye!
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435. Oh, silly old Edmund!
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436. He was completely fooled!
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437. It was a brilliant joke, Melchett!
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438. Brilliant, ma'am!
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439. And now I'm going to have you executed.
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440. Majesty?
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441. It's for taking the mickey out
of my beloved Edmund so cruelly.
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442. I'm going to knock your block off!
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443. But, Majesty, I only acted to please!
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444. Oh, please! I so want to live!
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445. Oh!
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446. Oh, praise the Lord
for the gift of laughter.
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447. Right, Balders, I've lost the money.
I'm gonna have to run away.
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448. Why, My Lord?
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449. To avoid these monks, of course!
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450. There's no point. The Black Bank's
got branches everywhere.
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451. Oh, damn!
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452. If I died, Baldrick, do you think
people would remember me?
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453. Yeah, 'course they would.
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454. Yes, I suppose so.
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455. Yeah, people would always be slapping
each other on the shoulders and laughing
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456. and saying,
"Do you remember old Privy Breath?"
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457. Do people call me Privy Breath?
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458. Yeah. The ones that like you.
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459. Am I, then, not popular?
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460. Erm, well, put it this way,
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461. when people slip in what dogs have
left in the street, they do tend to say,
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462. "Oops, I've trod on an Edmund!"
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463. The bloody cheek! I'll show them!
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464. What, have you got a plan, My Lord?
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465. Yes, I have and it's so cunning
you could brush your teeth with it!
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466. All I need is some feathers,
a dress, some oil,
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467. an easel, some sleeping draught,
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468. lots of paper, a prostitute and the best
portrait painter in England!
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469. I'll get them right away, My Lord!
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470. My Lord, the most famous
portrait painter in England,
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471. Mr Leonardo Acropolis!
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472. Right, are you any good?
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473. No! I am a genius!
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474. Well, you'd better be or you're dead!
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475. Right. In the bedroom, beard-face!
Baldrick, get the door.
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476. My Lord.
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477. My Lord, the Bishop of Bath and Wells!
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478. The time has come, Blackadder!
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479. Oh, hello, Bish.
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480. The Black Monks will have their money
or I will have my fun!
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481. You enjoy your work, don't you?
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482. - Hmm, bits of it, yes.
- The violent bits?
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483. Yes. You see,
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484. I am a colossal pervert!
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485. No form of sexual depravity
is too low for me.
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486. Animal, vegetable or mineral,
I'll do anything to anything!
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487. - Fine words for a bishop.
- Hmm.
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488. It's nice to hear the Church speaking
out for a change on social issues!
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489. - Have you got the money?
- Nope.
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490. Good! I hate it when people pay up.
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491. Say your prayers, Blackadder!
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492. - It's poker time!
- Fine.
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493. Are you ever concerned
that people might find you out?
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494. No. No, I kill, I maim, I fornicate,
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495. but as far as my flock is concerned,
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496. my only vice is
a little tipple before Evensong.
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497. Oh, thank you.
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498. Bend over, Blackadder!
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499. This is where you get your...
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500. Drugged! By God!
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501. No, by Baldrick, actually,
but the effect is much the same.
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502. Wakey-wakey, Bish.
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503. Dear me, you clerics
really are slug-a-beds!
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504. Where am I? Oh, I remember, drugged.
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505. That's right.
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506. You should have killed me
while you had the chance.
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507. You have looked in wonder
at your last dawn, Blackadder!
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508. Well, I'm not so sure about that.
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509. I did wonder, though,
what people who saw this might think!
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510. What creatures from hell are those?
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511. They make an interesting couple,
don't they? I think.
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512. I think you probably recognize this
huge, sweating, mound of blubber here.
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513. Eh, fatso?
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514. Tut, tut, tut, tut.
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515. There's no point anyway.
We have the preliminary sketches.
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516. Soon bang off a couple of copies.
Let's see, one for the Queen,
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517. one for the Archbishop,
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518. a couple kept aside, perhaps, to form
the basis of an exciting exhibition
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519. of challenging young artists' work.
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520. By the horns of Beelzebub,
how did you get me into that position?
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521. And it's, er, beautifully framed,
don't you think?
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522. Which is ironic, really, because that's
exactly what's happened to you.
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523. You fiend! Never have I encountered
such corrupt and foul-minded perversity.
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524. Have you ever considered
a career in the Church?
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525. No, I could never get
used to the underwear.
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526. What I could use, though, is, let's say,
a 1,100 pounds to buy back my house,
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527. 4,000 pounds to cover
some sundry expenses,
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528. ten shillings for the two doors
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529. and let's say threepence
for a celebratory slap-up binge
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530. at Mrs Miggins' Pie Shoppe.
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532. Who is the second figure?
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533. Who could you have got
to have performed such deeds,
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534. to have gone lower than man
has ever gone,
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535. to have plunged
the depths of degradation
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536. just in order to save your filthy life?
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537. Ah.
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538. Percy, may I introduce His Grace,
the Bishop of Bath and Wells.
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539. Your Grace, Lord Percy. Percy,
heir to the Duchy of Northumberland.
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540. Hello.
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