1. Oh! Oh! Oh! Blackadder! Blackadder!
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- What time is it?
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Your Highness.
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I thought I'd overslept.
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at the Naughty Hellfire Club,
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the wit and sophistication of a donkey!
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- You're right, it is absurd!
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a particularly stupid donkey!
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of what one should have said.
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to recant his Catholicism,
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as the flames licked higher,
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"an idle scrounger."
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"Oh, bugger off, you old fart!"
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as a stick in a bucket of pig swill."
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is to be achieved, Your Highness?
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with the cleverest man in England.
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Dr Samuel Johnson
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of his new book.
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the long-awaited "dictionary", sir?
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there's plenty of juicy murders in it.
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- No, sir, it is not.
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since How to Learn French
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have you, Blackadder?
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39. Good Lord, sir, not at all.
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until you mentioned him just now.
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41. - But you do think he's a genius?
- No, sir, I do not.
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the definition of genius
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Lucky you warned me.
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this unholy arse to the Royal bosom.
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in keeping your bosom free of arses.
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49. Bravo! I don't want to waste
my valuable time with wobble bottoms.
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50. - Fetch some tea, will you, Blackadder?
- Certainly, sir.
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is coming round.
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53. Something wrong, Mr B?
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I'm not a millionaire aristocrat
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of a rutting rhino is a constant niggle!
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57. But today, something's even wronger.
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Dr Johnson is coming to tea.
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of the Guild of Village Idiots.
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you sent him your navel.
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a bit like a bag of grapefruits to me.
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is "a case of sour grapes,"
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he might at least have written back,
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not even a "Dear Gertrude Perkins",
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- Yes, I gave myself a female pseudonym.
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- Jane Austen's a man?
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with a beard like a rhododendron bush.
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Dorothy Wordsworth's, certainly.
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80. James Boswell is the only real woman
writing at the moment,
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81. and that's just because she wants
to get inside Johnson's britches.
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82. Perhaps your book really isn't any good.
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and it's perfect.
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in the 18th century,
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and this is mine.
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95. - This is your novel, Baldrick?
- Yeah, I can't stand long books.
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a lovely little sausage called Baldrick,"
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101. Oh, speak of the devil...
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and make the great doctor comfortable.
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103. Let's just see how damned smart
Dr Fatty-Know-It-All really is.
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104. Oh, and prepare a fire for the Prince,
will you, Baldrick.
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Paper's quite good.
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109. - Dr Johnson, Your Highness.
- Ah, Dr Johnson!
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110. - Damn cold day!
- Indeed it is, sir, but a very fine one.
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the encyclopaedic implementation
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112. of my premeditated orchestration
of demotic Anglo-Saxon.
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113. - No, didn't catch any of that.
- Ah.
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that I'm felicitous,
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of the penultimate solar sojourn,
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my uninterrupted categorisation
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of our post Norman tongue.
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but it sounds damn saucy,
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any of them in a solar sojourn,
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he has finished his book.
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127. Here it is, sir, the very cornerstone
of English scholarship.
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128. This book, sir, contains every word
in our beloved language.
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129. Mmm.
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130. - Every single one, sir?
- Every single word, sir!
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if I also offer the doctor
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contrafribblarities.
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134. - What?
- "Contrafribblarities", sir.
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such periconbobulations.
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to sound a bit like dago talk to me.
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146. - Shall I fetch the tea, Your Highness?
- Yes, yes.
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what's it all about?
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the English language, sir.
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George is a good name for a hero.
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Nice twist.
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is in love with George the Hero.
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No one gets murdered,
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166. or married, or in a tricky situation
over a pound note.
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167. Well, now, look, Dr Johnson,
I may be as thick as a whale omelette,
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a book's got to have a plot.
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what English words mean.
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171. I know what English words mean,
I speak English!
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of my book
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in it whatsoever, sir!
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as it sounds to me
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of this complete cowpat of a book
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my reputation as an utter turnip head.
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well deserved, sir! Farewell!
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for your pendigestatory interludicule?
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181. - No, sir! Show me out!
- Certainly, sir.
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your velocitous extramuralisation.
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impeculiated my dictionary,
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to act as patron
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that is even better.
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the Killer Dictionary?
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and Gertrude millionaires.
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seven million syllables.
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by bedtime!
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I very much doubt it.
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for the good is like a dog who speaks.
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won't be back in a hurry.
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in the highest of spirits.
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- He is utterly thrilled
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to patronise his dictionary.
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- Certainly!
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I suppose it was, rather, wasn't it?
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to Dr Johnson, as promised?
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232. Well, of course, if that's what
I promised, then that's what I must do
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- Thank you, Mr B.
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tied up with string?
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in the black coat who just left?
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papery thing tied up with string,
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in the black coat, who just left, is?
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and if you don't answer,
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with five toes on the end of my leg
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of objects in your trousers.
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- On the what?
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the stony mantelpiece.
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- Yup.
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of England's foremost man of letters?
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"burn any old rubbish."
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patronise this book if we've burnt it?
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I'm as happy as a Frenchman
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a pair of self-removing trousers.
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in the vestibule?
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keeps a copy of that dictionary,
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- Yes, you.
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- Because you burnt it, Baldrick.
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to five minutes with me
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Now, come on.
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Mrs Miggins,
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but one cup of the browned juicings
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we call coffee, ere I die.
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a way of words with you, Mr Shelley.
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Coffee, woman!
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and Coleridge's drugs are wearing off.
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don't be such a big girl's blouse.
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285. - Don't forget the pencil, Baldrick.
- Oh, I certainly won't, sir.
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- Ooh. Ah!
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with brown grit in it,
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has started selling coffee.
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Can't you see we're dying?
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Mr Blackadder. They're not dead,
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there's nothing intellectual about
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in a big shirt, trying to get laid.
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to pay homage to the great Dr Johnson.
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Um, I intend to.
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of his dictionary, on you, would you?
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- Hurray.
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with cretinous servants.
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- And you are the worst of them, sir.
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have you my dictionary and my patronage?
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just a few more hours
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- Bah!
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if a lowly servant such as I,
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- Copy?
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fitting wheels to a tomato,
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and completely unnecessary.
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would summon up 50 of my men,
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and do bloody murder on him.
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was hanging by his hair,
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to all this, Baldrick.
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to replace the dictionary.
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immediately for Nepal,
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Dr Johnson's dictionary,
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"Look! There's thick George."
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of a weasel's wedding tackle."
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341. In that case, something must be done!
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that Baldrick's plan
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at the Battle of the Nile.
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Lady Hamilton is a virgin."
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and cut off my arm if I'm wrong."
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that's still not completely burnt,
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of spotting the flaw in this plan,
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- Well, this is the brilliant bit.
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You mean rewrite the dictionary?
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and rewrite the dictionary
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and without a shadow of doubt,
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in the history of the universe.
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cutlasses being sharpened,
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so if you will excuse me, gentlemen.
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on the steps of the guillotine.
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- Hang on, it's coming.
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- "A"...
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- What?
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Well, it's a buzzing thing, innit?
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Honey does start with a bee,
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394. Yes, look, this really
isn't getting anywhere.
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395. And besides,
I've left out "aardvark".
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396. Oh well, don't say
we didn't give it a try.
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397. No, Your Highness, it was a brave start.
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398. But I fear I must proceed on my own.
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399. Baldrick, go to the kitchen
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400. and make me something quick and simple
to eat, would you.
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401. Two slices of bread
with something in between.
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402. What, like Gerald, Lord Sandwich,
had the other day?
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403. Yes, a few rounds of Geralds.
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404. - How goes it, Blackadder?
- Not all that well, sir.
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405. Well, let's have a look.
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406. "Medium-sized insectivore with"
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407. "protruding nasal implement."
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408. Doesn't sound much like a bee to me.
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409. It's an aardvark, can't you see that,
Your Highness? It's a bloody aardvark!
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410. Oh dear, still on "aardvark", are we?
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411. Yes, I'm afraid we are.
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412. And if I ever meet an aardvark,
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413. I'm going to step on
its damn protruding nasal implement
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414. until it couldn't suck up
an insect if its life depended on it.
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415. Got a bit stuck, have you?
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416. I'm sorry, sir.
It's five hours later, and I've got
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417. every word in the English language,
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418. except "A" and "aardvark", still to do.
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419. And I'm not very happy
with my definition of either of them.
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420. Well, don't panic, Blackadder,
because I have some rather good news.
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421. Oh? What?
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422. Well, we didn't take no for an answer,
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423. and have in fact,
been working all night.
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424. I've done "B"
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425. Really? And how have you got on?
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426. Well, I had a bit of trouble
with "belching",
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427. but I think I got it sorted out
in the end.
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428. Oh no, there I go again!
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429. You've been working on that joke
for some time, haven't you, sir?
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430. Well, yes, I have
matter of fact, yes.
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431. - Since you started...
- Basically.
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432. So, in fact,
you haven't done any work at all.
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433. Not as such, no.
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434. Great. Baldrick, what have you done?
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435. I've done "C" and 'D".
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436. - Right, let's have it, then.
- Right.
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437. "Big blue wobbly thing
that mermaids live in."
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438. What's that?
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439. "Sea-ll"
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440. Yes, tiny misunderstanding.
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441. Still, my hopes weren't high.
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442. Now, what about "D"?
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443. - I'm quite pleased with "dog".
- Yes, and your definition of "dog" is?
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444. "Not a cat."
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445. Excellent. Excellent!
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446. - Your Highness, may I have a word?
- Certainly.
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447. It has always been my intention to stay
with you until you had a strapping son
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448. and I one likewise, to take over
the burdens of my duties.
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449. That's right, Blackadder,
and I thank you for it.
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450. I'm afraid that there's been
a change of plan.
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451. I am off to the kitchen
to hack my head off with a big knife.
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452. Oh, come on, Blackadder,
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453. it's only a book.
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454. Let's just damn the fellow's eyes,
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455. strip the britches from his backside
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456. and warm his heels
to Putney Bridge! Hurrah!
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457. Sir, these are not the days
of Alfred the Great,
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458. You can't just lop someone's head off
and blame it on the Vikings.
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459. - Can't I, by God!
- No.
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460. Well, all right then
let's just get on with it!
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461. I mean, boil my brains,
it's only a dictionary.
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462. No one's asked us
to eat 10 raw pigs for breakfast.
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463. Good Lord!
I mean we're British, aren't we?
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464. You're not, you're German.
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465. Get me some coffee, Baldrick.
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466. If I fall asleep before Monday,
we're doomed.
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467. - Mr Blackadder, time to wake up.
- What time is it?
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468. - Monday morning.
- Monday morning!
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469. Oh, my God! I've overslept!
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470. Where's the quill?
Where's the parchment?
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471. I don't know,
maybe Dr Johnson's got some with him.
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472. - What?
- He's outside.
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473. - Are you ill, sir?
- No, you can't have it.
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474. I know I said Monday,
but I want Baldrick to read it,
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475. which, unfortunately will mean
teaching him to read,
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476. which will take about 10 years,
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477. but time well spent, I think, because
it's such a very good dictionary.
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478. - I don't think so.
- Oh God! We've been burgled!
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479. "What?"
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480. I think it's an awful dictionary,
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481. full of feeble definitions
and ridiculous verbiage.
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482. I've come to ask you
to chuck the damn thing in the fire.
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483. - Are you sure?
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484. I've never been so sure
of anything in my life, sir.
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485. I love you, Dr Johnson,
and I want to have your babies.
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486. Sorry, excuse me, Dr Johnson,
but my Auntie Marjorie has just arrived.
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487. Baldrick, who gave
you permission to turn into an Alsatian?
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488. Oh, God, it's a dream, isn't it?
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489. It's a bloody dream!
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490. Dr Johnson doesn't want us
to burn his dictionary at all.
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491. - Mr Blackadder, time to wake up.
- What time is it?
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492. - Monday morning.
- Monday morning!
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493. Oh, my God! I've overslept!
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494. Where's the quill?
Where's the parchment?
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495. I don't know,
maybe Dr Johnson's got some with him.
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496. - What?
- He's outside.
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497. Now, hang on, hang on.
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498. If we go on like this, you're going to
turn into an Alsatian again.
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499. Oh, open up!
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500. Oh, my God!
Quick, Baldrick, we've got to escape.
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501. Oh, sir, bring out
the dictionary at once.
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502. Bring it out, sir, or, in my passion,
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503. I shall kill everyone
by giving them syphilis!
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504. Bring it out, sir, and also any
opium plants you may have around there.
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505. Bring it out, sir,
or we shall break down the door!
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506. Good morning. Dr Johnson, Lord Byron...
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507. Where is my dictionary?
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508. And what dictionary would this be?
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509. The one that has taken 18 hours
of every day for the last ten years.
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510. My mother died, I hardly noticed.
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511. My father cut off his head
and fried it in garlic,
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512. in the hope of attracting my attention,
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513. I scarcely looked up from my work.
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514. My wife brought armies
of lovers to the house,
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515. who worked in droves so that she might
bring up a huge family of bastards.
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516. I cannot...
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517. Am I to presume
that my elaborate bluff has not worked?
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518. Dictionary!
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519. Right, well, the truth is, Doctor.
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520. Now, don't get cross,
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521. don't overreact the truth is,
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522. Then you die!
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523. Good morning, everyone.
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524. You know, this dictionary
really is a cracking good read.
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525. It's an absolutely splendid job!
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526. My dictionary!
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527. - But you said you burnt it.
- Erm...
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528. I think it's a splendid book,
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529. and I look forward
to patronising it enormously.
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530. Oh, well thank you, sir.
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531. I think I'm man enough to sacrifice
the pleasure of killing
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532. to maintain the general good humor.
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533. There's to be
no murder today, gentlemen.
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534. But repair to Mrs Miggins'
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535. I shall join you there later
for a roister you'll never forget.
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536. So, tell me, sir, what words
particularly interested you?
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537. Oh, nothing.
Anything, really, you know.
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538. I see you've underlined a few.
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539. Bloomers, bottom, burp,
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540. - fart, fiddle, fornicate...
- Well...
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541. Sir! I hope you're not using
the first English dictionary
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542. to look up rude words.
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543. I wouldn't be too hopeful.
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544. That's what all the other ones
will be used for.
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545. - Sir, can I look up turnip?
- Turnip isn't a rude word, Baldrick.
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546. It is if you sit on one.
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547. Anyway, sirs, we have
more important business in hand.
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548. I refer, of course, to the works
of the mysterious Gertrude Perkins.
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549. Mysterious no more, sir.
It is time for the truth.
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550. I can at last reveal the identity
of the great Gertrude Perkins.
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551. - Sir, who is she?
- She, sir, is me, sir.
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552. - I am Gertrude Perkins.
- Good Lord!
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553. And what's more, I can prove it.
Bring out the manuscript,
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554. and I will show you
that my signature corresponds exactly
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555. with that on the front.
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556. Why, I must have left it here
when I left the dictionary.
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557. This is terribly exciting.
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558. Baldrick, fetch my novel.
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559. Novel?
- Yes, Bald rick,
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tied up with string.
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561. What, like the thing we burnt?
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562. Exactly like the thing we burnt.
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563. So you're asking for the big
papery thing tied up with string,
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564. exactly like the thing we burnt.
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565. Exactly.
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566. We burnt it.
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567. So we did. Thank you, Baldrick,
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568. seven years of my life up in smoke.
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569. Your Highness,
would you excuse me a moment?
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570. By all means.
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571. Oh, God, no!
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572. Thank you, sir.
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573. Burnt, you say?
That's most inconvenient.
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574. - A burnt novel is like a burnt dog...
- Oh, shut up!
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575. Sir, I have a novel.
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576. "Once upon a time there
was a lovely little sausage called..."
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577. Sausage!
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578. Sausage!
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579. Oh, blast your eyes!
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580. Aw! I didn't think it was that bad.
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581. I think you'll find he left "sausage"
out of his dictionary.
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582. Oh,
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583. and "aardvark".
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584. Oh, come on, Blackadder,
it's not all that bad.
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585. Nothing a nice roaring fire can't solve.
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586. - Eh, Baldrick, do the honours, will you?
- Certainly, Your Majesty.
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