1. I must say it was jolly nice of you
to ask me to share your breakfast.
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2. It is said that civilised man seeks
out good and intelligent company.
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3. Through learned discourse, he may
rise above savage and closer to God.
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4. Yes, I've heard that.
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5. I like to start the day with a
dickhead to remind me I'm best.
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6. Beshrew me, Edmund!
You're in good fooling.
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7. Don't say "beshrew me",
Only stupid actors say that.
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8. Oh, how I would love
to be an actor!
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9. I had great talent for it.
I was the man of a thousand faces.
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10. How'd you come to choose
the ugly mug you've got now?
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11. - Tush, My Lord.
- Don't say "tush" either.
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12. It's a short step
from "tush" to "hey nonny"
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13. and then, I'm afraid, I should
have to call the police.
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14. God pats me on the head and says:
"Good boy, Edmund!"
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15. My aunt and uncle,
Lord and Lady Whiteadder...
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16. the two most fanatical
puritans in England...
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17. have invited themselves
to dinner here tonight.
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18. Aren't they the most
frightful bores?
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19. They have one great
redeeming feature; their wallets.
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20. More capacious than an elephant's
scrotum and as difficult to get into.
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21. At least until now, for tonight
they wish to discuss my inheritance.
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22. Hey nonny nonny, My Lord!
Good news!
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23. Baldrick!
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24. Why have you got cheese
tied to the end of your nose?
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25. To catch mice, My Lord.
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26. I lie on the floor with my mouth
open and hope they scurry in.
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27. - And do they?
- Not yet, My Lord.
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28. I'm not surprised. Your breath
comes straight from Satan's bottom.
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29. The only mouse you're going to catch
is one without a nose.
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30. That's a pity, the nose is
the best bit on a mouse.
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31. That would be luxury compared to
what Percy and I must eat tonight.
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32. We are entertaining
puritan vegetable folk, Balders.
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33. - And that means no meat.
- Then I shall make Turnip Surprise.
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34. - And the surprise is?
- There's nothing in it except turnip.
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35. So, the Turnip Surprise
would be a turnip.
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36. Oh yeah...
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37. Get the door, Baldrick.
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38. If things go as planned,
congratulations are in order.
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39. Nice try, Percy.
But you're not getting a penny.
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40. I would advise you to make your
explanation phenomenally good.
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41. - You said: "Get the door".
- You're fired.
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42. But, My Lord, I've been in
your family since 1532!
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43. So has syphilis. Now get out!
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44. By the way, there was
a messenger outside.
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45. He says the Queen wants to see you;
Lord Melchett is very sick.
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46. - He's at Death's door.
- My old reinstated family retainer.
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47. Let's go and open
it for him, then!
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48. Edmund! Quick! Melchett's dying.
We must do something!
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49. Yes, of course.
Some sort of celebration.
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50. But let's wait until he's
actually snuffed it.
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51. Nursie's old methods don't
seem to be working.
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52. It all started last night
at about two o'clock.
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53. I was tucked into bed having
a scrummy dream about ponies...
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54. when I was wakened by a terrific
banging from Lord Melchett.
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55. I never knew he had it in him.
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56. It's true! He was banging on the
castle gate, falling over...
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57. And singing a strange song about
a girl who possessed something...
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58. Oh, yes. It's a lovely old hymn.
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59. I think I know what's
wrong with Lord Melchett.
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60. And unfortunately,
it isn't fatal.
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61. Hurry up and cure the horrible man.
I'm fed up with him moaning.
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62. And letting off such great
and fruitsome flappy woof-woofs.
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63. One can't believe
one's tiny nosy.
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64. The truth is, Lord Melchett
just can't take his ale.
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65. I may be a little
delicate this morning,
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66. but what I drank last night...
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67. - ... would have floored a rhinoceros!
- If it was allergic to lemonade.
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68. It's Blackadder here who
can't take his ale.
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69. - Oh yeah?
- Yeah!
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70. This is so exciting!
The boys are getting tough.
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71. We all remember the embarrassment
of the visit of the King of Austria...
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72. when Blackadder was found
naked at Hampton Court singing:
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73. "I'm Merlin the Happy Pig!"
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74. So what did you have last night?
A whole pint of potato juice?
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75. I had two flagons of claret and a
double helping of curried turtle!
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76. It's no holds barred with us at
the annual communion-wine tasting.
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77. For me and the boys,
every night is drinking night!
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78. - Says who?
- Says me!
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79. You should come and have a look
at the underside of my table.
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80. - Tonight!
- Tonight?
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81. Yeah! Come on, Melchy.
What are you scared of?
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82. All right, tonight.
I'll be there.
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83. Hurray! And last one
under the table gets...
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84. Ten thousand florins
from the loser.
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85. Right. Well, I'll get
the beer in then.
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86. Nursie.
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87. - Do you know what I'm going to do?
- What?
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88. I'm going to find out
what happens at these boys' nights.
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89. - Good idea, poppet.
- And...
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90. I'll wear a cloak with a cowl,
so no-one will recognise me.
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91. You're so clever today, you better
be careful your foot doesn't fall off.
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92. Does that happen when you
have lots of brilliant ideas?
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93. It certainly does.
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94. My brother, he had
this brilliant idea
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95. of cutting his toenails
with a scythe...
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96. and his foot fell off.
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97. The person we're looking for is
an aggressive drunken lout...
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98. with intelligence
of a four year old
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99. and sexual sophistication
of a donkey.
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100. - Cardinal Wolsey...
- Baldrick!
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101. My Lord?
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102. Why?
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103. I got fed up with
the all-mouse diet.
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104. Thought I'd try cat for variety.
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105. Good, well done.
Returning to the real world:
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106. do you have a knife?
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107. Good. I wish to quickly
send off some party invitations.
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108. I wish to write them in blood.
Your blood, to be precise.
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109. How much blood will
you be requiring?
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110. Oh, nothing much.
Just a small puddle.
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111. Will you want me to cut anything off?
An arm or a leg for instance?
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112. Good lord, no.
A little prick should do.
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113. Very well, My Lord.
I am your bondsman and must obey.
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114. For God's sake!
A little prick on your finger.
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115. - I haven't got one there!
- Forget it.
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116. Thank you, My Lord.
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117. Perce, how's this list going?
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118. I thought we could invite
my girlfriend, Gwendoline...
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119. - No chicks. Who else?
- That's as far as I'd got, actually.
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120. I'll dictate.
Simon Partridge.
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121. Oh, not Farter's Parters,
also known as Mr Ostrich.
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122. - Even he...
- But he's a fearful oik!
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123. Takes one to know one, Perce.
Sir Geoffrey Piddle.
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124. Here's-To-The-Health-Of
Cardinal-Chunder Piddle?
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125. Freddie Frobisher,
the Flatulent Hermit of Lindisfarne.
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126. Oh, paugh paugh!
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127. - That should do the trick.
- And Lord and Lady Whiteadder.
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128. Oh, yes.
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129. Oh, no.
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130. It does look a teeny bit
like trying to get out of it.
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131. No, Ma'am.
I just want to make it another night.
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132. - Certainly not!
- I beg your pardon?
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133. It's just one excuse after another.
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134. Next thing, he'll be trying
to get out of having his bath.
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135. He isn't talking
about baths, Nursie.
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136. Well, he should be. How else
is he going to keep clean?
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137. Soon he'll be saying he doesn't
want his nappy changed!
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138. Lord Blackadder
doesn't wear a nappy.
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139. In that case, it's even more
important that he has a bath!
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140. I know why you want to get out of it.
I remember the last party.
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141. I found you face-down in a puddle,
wearing a pointy hat and singing.
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142. Yes, all right! Tonight it is.
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143. Oh, Edmund. I do love
it when you get cross.
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144. Sometimes I think of executing you
to see the expression on your face.
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145. Let's make sure you've got this.
We're having two parties here tonight.
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146. And they must be kept
completely separate.
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147. Firstly, a total piss-up
involving beer throwing,
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148. broken furniture
and wall-to-wall vomiting.
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149. To be held here in
Baldrick's bedroom.
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150. Secondly, Percy will join me in here
for the gourmet turnip eating.
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151. - Is the Turnip Surprise ready?
- Yes, it is My Lord.
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152. - Then what is so funny?
- Well, My Lord,
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153. while Baldrick and I
were preparing the Turnip Surprise...
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154. We had a surprise!
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155. We came across a turnip
that was exactly the same shape...
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156. As a thingy!
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157. A thingy?
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158. A great big thingy!
It was terrific.
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159. Size is no guarantee
of quality, Baldrick.
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160. Horses are well endowed, but
it doesn't make them sensitive lovers.
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161. I trust you have removed
this hilarious item?
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162. Nothing stops an inheritance
like a thingy-shaped turnip.
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163. Absolutely, Edmund.
But it was jolly funny!
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164. I found it particularly
ironic, My Lord,
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165. 'cause I've got a thingy
shaped like a turnip.
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166. I'm quite fun at parties!
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167. I hide in the vegetable
rack and scare children.
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168. Perhaps you've forgotten I'm having
a drinking competition tonight...
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169. with Lord Melchett, and ten
thousand florins are at stake!
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170. - Oh dear!
- What do you mean?
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171. you haven't got
ten thousand florins.
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172. And thirdly: one drop of the ale
and you fall flat on your face.
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173. That's nonsense.
But just in case it's true...
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174. - It is true.
- Yes, all right!
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175. The plan is: when I call for my
Incredibly Strong Ale...
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176. you must pass me water
in an ale bottle. Got that?
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177. When you call for ale,
I pass water.
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178. Percy, your job is to stay here
and suck up to my aunt.
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179. I think you can trust me
to know how to handle a woman.
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180. Right, here goes.
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181. Uncle! Aunt! Greetings!
How nice it is to see you.
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182. Wicked child! Don't lie.
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183. Everyone hates us,
and you know it.
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184. May I introduce my
friend Lord Percy.
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185. Well, well, well, Eddy!
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186. You didn't tell me you had
such a good-looking aunt!
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187. Good morrow to thee,
gorgeousness!
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188. I know what I like,
and I like what I see.
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189. Be gone, Satan!
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190. I hope you had a
pleasant inheritance...
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191. Did I say "inheritance"?
I meant journey.
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192. If you'd just like to help
yourself to a legacy... a chair.
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193. Chair? You have
chairs in your house?
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194. Wicked child! Chairs are
an invention of Satan!
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195. In our home,
Nathaniel sits on a spike.
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196. - And yourself?
- I sit on Nathaniel.
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197. Two spikes would be
an extravagance.
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198. I will suffer comfort this once.
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199. We shall just have to stick forks
in our legs between courses.
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200. I trust you remember
we eat no meat?
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201. Here we feast only
on God's lovely turnip, mashed.
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202. Mashed?
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203. Wicked child! Mashing is
also the work of Beelzebub.
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204. For Satan saw God's blessed
turnip, and he envied it...
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205. and mashed it to
spoil its sacred shape.
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206. I shall have my turnip
as God intended.
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207. - Baldrick!
- My Lord?
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208. Would you fetch my dear
aunt a raw turnip?
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209. - We've only got the one that...
- Just do it. Thank you.
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210. Uncle, will you have your turnip
mashed, or as God intended?
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211. He will not answer you,
he has taken a vow of silence.
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212. I believe that silence is golden.
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213. Inheritance.
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214. Edmund! I trust
you have invited no other guests?
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215. Where there are other guests
there are people to fornicate with!
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216. Well, quite.
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217. I'll just go and tell them to
fornicate off. Lord Percy.
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218. Well, Lord Whiteadder,
a vow of silence...
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219. That's quite an
interesting thing.
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220. Tell me about it.
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221. It's not my birthday, Archdeacon!
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222. Well, get stuck in, boys.
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223. Stuck in! Way-hey! Get it?
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224. Well, it sounds a bit rude,
doesn't it? Stuck in!
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225. Sorry, back in a tick.
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226. A tick! Now that
sounds a bit rude, doesn't it?
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227. Sounds a bit like bum!
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228. Melchett! Late I see, to
avoid the early drinking.
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229. You really are a beginner.
You forgot your comedy breasts!
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230. Au contraire, Blackadder.
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231. Let's wait until we get down
to the serious drinking.
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232. No, it's this way.
Here we are.
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233. - Good evening.
- Lads, this is Lord Melchett.
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234. - Give him a large one, will you?
- Large one! Way-hey! Get it?
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235. Yes, you do! Large one!
Sounds a bit rude.
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236. You may find the conversation
a bit above your head at first.
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237. Well, down the hatch!
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238. - I heard there was a party on.
- No, there are two.
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239. But I'm a friend
of Lord Percy.
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240. You must be Gwendoline!
Come in.
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241. - Thank you very much.
- It's in here.
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242. I'm sorry about that.
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243. Sorry, he's sick.
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244. Leprosy of the brain.
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245. Or he is trying to tell you you're
wearing a pair of Devil's dumplings.
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246. Oh my God.
My earmuffs have fallen down!
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247. It's getting... Would you like a pair?
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248. Cold is God's way of telling us
to burn more Catholics!
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249. - Which reminds me, Aunty...
- Don't call me "Aunty"!
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250. Aunt is a relative,
and relatives are evidence of sex...
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251. and sex is hardly a fitting subject
for the dinner table.
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252. - Or, indeed, any table.
- Except a table in a brothel.
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253. Oh dear. It seems you have
fallen off your chair.
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254. Oh my God!
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255. Your turnip, my Lady.
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256. Very good! Very good!
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257. It takes me right back
to our wedding night.
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258. We had raw turnips that night.
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259. - What was that?
- What was what?
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260. - That noise!
- Noise?
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261. - Did you hear a noise, Percy?
- No.
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262. Apart from that colossal drunken roar.
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263. Oh, that noise! It's the
Catholics next door, I'm afraid.
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264. I'll just go and burn them.
Back in a minute.
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265. - Yes?
- I'm suffocating!
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266. Now take a deep breath.
And another. Better?
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267. - Yes.
- Good.
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268. Mind you, I'll say one
thing for Catholics.
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269. They do have natural rhythm!
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270. - I notice you're not drinking.
- I'm holding my own here.
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271. Way-hey! Holding my own!
Now that sounds incredibly rude.
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272. Yes, well.
I never went to university, of course.
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273. It doesn't explain
why you're not drinking with us.
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274. That's what I wanted to talk about.
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275. What do you say to the idea
of ten minutes silence...
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276. to get some really
serious drinking in?
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277. Yes, I said: "Please give me silence".
"Drench me with dribble".
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278. - Here's a nice glass of cider.
- Only cider?
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279. I'm going to go and put
some brandy in it!
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280. - How are we all going, then?
- Not well!
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281. Let us discuss your inheritance.
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282. - A little drink first?
- Wicked child!
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283. Drink is urine for the
last leper in Hell!
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284. No, this is only water.
This is a house of simple purity.
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285. Great booze-up, Edmund!
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286. Do you know that man?
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287. No.
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288. - He called you Edmund?
- Oh, know him. Yes, I do.
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289. Then can you explain
what he meant by great booze-up?
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290. Yes, I can.
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291. My friend is a missionary...
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292. and on his last
visit abroad...
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293. brought back with him
the chief of a famous tribe.
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294. His name is Great Bu.
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295. He's been suffering
from sleeping sickness.
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296. And he has obviously
just woken...
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297. because as you heard:
"Great Bu's up".
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298. Well done, Edmund.
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299. I think I'd better go and visit him.
Perce, over to you.
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300. Yes. How about
some sort of game?
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301. How about a couple of frames
of Shove-Piggy-Shove?
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302. You challenged me to a
drinking competition...
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303. and I haven't seen
you touch a drop!
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304. You twist and turn like a...
twisty-turny thing.
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305. I say you're a weedy pigeon, and you
can call me Susan if it isn't so.
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306. All right! Baldrick, fetch my
Incredibly Strong Ale!
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307. Good God!
Not Dr McGloo's Amber Enema?
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308. - A drink for schoolgirls.
- Not Strollop's Lobster Scrumpy?
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309. No! It is Blackadder's
Bowel Basher.
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310. A brew guaranteed to knock
the backsides off a concrete elephant!
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311. - Naw! It is water.
- What!
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312. No, but seriously, Baldrick.
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313. You did call for your
Incredibly Strong Ale, My Lord?
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314. That's a relief.
I thought I'd made a mistake.
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315. My God, he is right. It is water!
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316. Come on, lads.
Let's give him a real drink.
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317. - Well, fine.
- Bums up!
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318. Way-hey! Bums!
Sounds a bit like bums, doesn't it?
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319. Drink, Blackadder. Drink!
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320. 42 seconds later
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321. Percy, I've lost the bet.
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322. Edmund! Explain yourself.
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323. I can't. Not just like that.
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324. I'm a complicated person, you see.
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325. Sometimes I'm nice
and sometimes I'm nasty.
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326. And sometimes
I just like to sing little songs like:
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328. I mean, explain why
you are wearing a cardinal's hat,
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329. why you are grinning inanely...
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330. and why you have a feather
sticking out of your britches.
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331. I'm wearing a cardinal's hat
because I'm Cardinal Chunder.
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332. I have an ostrich
feather up my bottom...
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333. because Mr Ostrich put it there
to keep in the little pixies.
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334. And I'm grinning inanely...
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335. because I think I've succeeded
in conning you and your husband...
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336. out of a whopping
great inheritance!
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337. Is that right? May I remind
you, cursed creature...
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338. that your inheritance depends
upon your not drinking or gambling.
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339. Damn! Percy, the Devil
farts in my face once more.
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340. Not mentioning farts
was also a condition.
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341. Shove off, you old trout!
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342. How dare you speak to
my husband like that!
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343. Nathaniel, we're leaving!
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344. - And you...
- Yes?
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345. Has anyone told you you're
a giggling imbecile?
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346. - Oh, yes.
- Good!
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347. Good riddance, you old witch!
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348. She's forgotten her broomstick!
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349. Look... I just wanted to say thanks
for a splendid evening.
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350. Yes, first rate, all round.
Particularly your jester.
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351. By the way, I loved the turnip.
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352. Very funny.
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353. Exactly the same
shape as a thingy!
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354. Good God!
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355. - Look who it is!
- Who is it?
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356. Well, it's a boys' party.
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357. She's a girl, so she
must be the stripper.
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358. Oh, no. Don't get too
depressed, Edmund.
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359. I mean, money isn't everything.
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360. Think of clouds and daisies...
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361. and the lovely smiles
on little babies' faces.
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362. Be quiet, Percy.
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363. This way!
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364. Whoa! Another stripper!
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365. And a male stripper!
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366. Oh, yes. This is much more like it!
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367. And she's come dressed as the Queen!
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368. Sexy!
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369. Do you know who I am?
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370. Yes. I know who you are.
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371. - Who?
- You're Merlin the Happy Pig!
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372. Wrong, I'm afraid.
I am the Queen of England!
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373. I may have the body
of a weak and feeble woman...
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374. but I have the heart and stomach
of a concrete elephant.
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375. - Prove it!
- I certainly will.
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376. First I'm going to have
a little drinky...
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377. and then I'm going to execute
the whole bally lot of you.
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378. Dawn the next day
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379. See the little goblin
See his little feet
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380. And his little nosy-wose
Isn't the goblin sweet?
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381. - Yes!
- Wait a minute!
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382. I'm sure there was something
important I had to do this morning.
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383. I remember something about
ten thousand florins.
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384. I think it was something
about an inheritance.
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385. Do you lot want to hear
about the goblin or not?
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386. Perhaps I might be allowed to continue
and perhaps finish, with any luck.
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387. Luck! Way-hey.
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388. - Get it?
- No!
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389. Oh, come on! Luck.
Sounds almost exactly like...
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