1. Oh God! Bills, bills, bills.
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3. What have I got to show for it?
Nothing.
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4. A butler's uniform
and a slightly effeminate hairdo.
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5. Sometimes I feel like a pelican—
whichever way I turn,
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bill in front of me.
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7. Pass the biscuit barrel.
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8. Let's see what's in
the kitty shall we?
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9. Nine pence.
Oh God, what are we going to do?
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10. Don't worry Mr B, I have a cunning
plan to solve the problem.
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tried to solve the problem
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by cutting off her head.
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highwayman,
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bills and, on top of that,
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want to sleep with you.
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17. Baldrick, I could become a
prostitute and pay my bills,
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to sleep with me,
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professions beneath me.
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thief should be idolised,
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horse between his legs.
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22. My favourite's the Shadow.
What a man!
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the new Robin Hood.
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24. - Why only halfway?
- Well, he steals from the rich,
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to giving it to the poor yet.
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27. I have no desire to get hung
for wearing a silly hat.
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28. If I want to get rich
quick, all I have to do
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29. is go upstairs and ask Prince
Fathead for a rise.
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30. The bank's open.
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31. Good morning, sir. May I say how
immensely rich you're looking?
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32. Was there anything you wanted?
Anything at all?
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33. Yes, I was wondering
if you could lend me a bit of cash.
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34. But of course, sir, I... Cash?
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35. Yes, I'm rotten stinking
stoning stinking broke.
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36. What about the 5,000 pounds
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to drink yourself to death with?
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38. All gone I'm afraid.
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39. You see, I've discovered this
terrifically fun new game.
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with your friends,
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five "cards" each,
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the game
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money as quickly as possible.
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45. - Do you know it?
- Vaguely, sir, yes.
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I'm terrific at it.
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more money than I started with.
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I'm a natural apparently.
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it's pretty damned expensive.
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51. So I was wondering if you could
lend me a couple of hundred.
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impossible, sir.
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just had an enormous tax bill
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another mouse, taking all the cheese.
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55. - What am I going to do?
- It's a difficult one.
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you're not going to inherit any money
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can't earn money.
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call for drastic measures.
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59. If you can't make money,
you'll have to marry it.
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60. Marry? Never!
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61. I'm a gay bachelor, Blackadder.
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62. I'm a roarer, a rogerer,
a gorger and a puker.
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63. I can't marry.
I'm young, I'm firm buttocked, I'm...
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64. - Broke?
- Well, yes, I suppose so.
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that the modern Church
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gorging within wedlock,
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is keenly encouraged.
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much down to the conscience
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Yes, you fix it up.
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of girls I like,
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73. they've got to be lovers,
laughers, dancers...
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74. And bonkers.
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75. That goes without saying.
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76. - Oh God!
- Something wrong, Mr B?
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77. I can't find a single person
suitable to marry the prince.
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78. Please, keep trying,
I love a royal wedding.
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79. The excitement, the crowds,
the souvenir mugs,
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whether the bride's lost weight.
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81. Unlikely with this lot,
I'm afraid.
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a ton" we'd be laughing.
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84. Of the 262 princesses in Europe,
165 are over 80, they're out,
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85. 47 are under 10, they're out,
and 39 are mad.
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86. They sound ideal.
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87. They would be if they
hadn't all got married
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88. last week in Munich
to the same horse.
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89. - Which leaves us with two.
- And what about them?
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90. Well, there's Grand Duchess
Sophia of Turin—
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get her to marry him.
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92. - Why not?
- Because she's met him.
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- What's wrong with her?
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95. Get more coffee!
Change it!
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96. Take me roughly from behind!
No, not like that, like this!
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97. Trousers off! Tackle out! Walk
the dog! Where's my presents?
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want me to do first?
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worst personality in Germany.
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101. And as you can imagine, that's up
against some pretty stiff competition.
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102. - So you're stuck then.
- Yes, I'm afraid I am.
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103. Unless...
Pass me the paper, Baldrick, quick.
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page been cut out?
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- You do know, don't you?
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106. Yes.
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about the elusive Shadow
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highwayman's scrapbook, haven't you?
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110. His life is so dark and shadowy
and full of fear and trepidation.
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111. So is going to the toilet
in the middle of the night,
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keep a scrapbook on it.
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115. You see, it needn't
necessarily be a princess.
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is someone pretty and rich.
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117. Oh dear,
that rules me out then.
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118. Now, let me see.
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119. "Beau Brummel in
purple pants probe."
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120. "King talks to tree. Phew!
What a loony."
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121. God, the Times has really
gone downhill recently.
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Miss Amy Hardwood,
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flipping great wodges of cash!"
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why I'm bothering to get dressed.
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Naughty Hellfire Club
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128. I'll be de-bagged and radished
for non-payment of debts.
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129. - Radished, sir?
- They pull your britches down.
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130. - And push a large radish right up...
- Yes, all right, sir!
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hammer it home.
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132. - As a matter of fact they do often...
- No! No!
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133. - Your money worries are over, sir.
- Well, hurrah for that.
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135. Her name is Amy, daughter of the
noted industrialist, Mr Hardwood.
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136. Dammit, Blackadder,
you know I loathe industrialists.
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their damn-your-eyes waistcoats.
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to put the legs on a pair of trousers.
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people are the future.
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half of Lancashire.
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than you've got brain cells.
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142. - How many mills?
- Seven, sir.
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"The Ravelling Nancy".
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145. - What does it do?
- It ravels cotton, sir.
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- That I cannot say, sir.
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quite happy to wear cotton,
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150. Well, if she's gonna be my bird,
she'd better be.
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take her a short note
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honourable intentions.
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154. Yes, yes, I think so too.
All right then, take this down.
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155. "From His Royal Highness the Prince
of Wales to Miss Amy Hardwood.
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Your luck's in.
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and some naughty night attire,
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at my bedroom ceiling
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you lucky tart.
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160. Yours with the deepest
respect etc, signed George.
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161. P.S. Woof! Woof!"
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162. - Well, what do you think?
- It's very moving, sir.
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just one tiny aspect of it?
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- The words.
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to you, Blackadder.
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166. Just make sure she knows I'm all man,
with a bit of animal thrown in.
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167. Certainly, sir.
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of Wales to Miss Amy Hardwood:
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your tiny wee nosy,
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a great big posy."
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171. Fanciful stuff, madam,
but from the heart.
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awful clever clogs,
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my nosy is tiny,
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think the pixies gave it to me.
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"Oh, Lady Amy, Queen of all your sex."
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178. I apologise for the word, madam,
but Prince George is a man of passion.
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cross myself sometimes.
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181. that the Prince has the manners
of a boy-cow's dingle dangle.
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182. - What do you have to say to that?
- That is a lie, madam.
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183. Prince George is shy and
just pretends to be bluff
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thick and gittish,
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is a soft little marshmallowy,
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delicate tiny thing myself,
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a little fluffy rabbit.
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190. So I could never marry
a horrible heffalump,
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191. or I might get squished.
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meet the lovely Prince?
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I think I probably ought to.
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195. I know! Tell him to come
and serenade me tonight.
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196. I'll be on my balcony
in my jim-jams.
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197. Certainly, madam.
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198. Eh up! Who's this big
girl's blouse, then?
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199. Father, this is Mr Blackadder,
he's come a-wooing from the Prince.
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200. You have a beautiful
and charming daughter, sir.
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and that's saying summat!
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hands of an unworthy man
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in the hands of a lunatic
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you credit, sir.
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clothes and paint my bottom blue
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who didn't love her.
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father could do more?
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if he's a prince,
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and a pickled egg.
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daughter gets her wit, sir.
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her good looks and charm
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out of good looks and charm.
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met Lady Hamilton, sir.
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220. I tell you, Baldrick, I'm not
looking forward to this evening.
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fluffy bunny of a girl
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half German yob with a mad dad.
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to Wales, Baldrick?
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thought I'd like to.
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a ghastly place.
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men roam the valleys
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close harmony singing.
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of phlegm in your throat
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the place-names.
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in Wales, Baldrick,
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your hair for a fortnight.
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233. So being Prince of it
isn't considered a plus?
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is that they must never
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before the marriage.
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237. - Isn't that a bit unfair on her?
- It's not exactly fair on him either.
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than a haddock's bathing costume.
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239. But you know, Baldrick,
the world isn't fair.
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wouldn't happen, would they?
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ask her if she'll take delivery
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of German sausage?
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244. No, sir. As we rehearsed:
poetry first, sausage later.
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should do the trick.
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247. Remind me of it, sir.
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248. "Harold the Horny hunter,
had an enormous horn."
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excellent, sir.
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an alternative?
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251. "Lovely little dumpling,
how in love I am.
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you can be my lamb."
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253. I think we'll be very
lucky if she doesn't
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and vomit over us.
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255. Let's give it a whirl.
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256. Just stand right here, sir.
Call for her romantically.
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257. Oy! Come on out here, you
rollicking trolloping sauce bottle!
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258. - George?
- Woof! Woof!
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little love bundle.
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must be the snuggly
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the whole of toy-land.
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263. Yucch!
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265. Nothing, there was just a little
fly in my throaty. Yucch, yucch...
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266. Do you want a hanky wanky
to gob the phlegmy wemmy woo into?
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Is there someone down there with you?
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269. No, it was just the wind
whistling through the trees
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"phwoaaaah crikeeeeeey".
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272. Then come, Prince Cuddly
Kitten, climb up my ivy.
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273. Sausage time!
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274. There is someone
down there with you!
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275. Oh my God, so there is.
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spying on our love.
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278. Very well. Would you mind
screaming, Your Highness.
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279. Take that! And that!
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280. And that!
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281. Oh, you're so brave!
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282. And I'm so worn out
with all the excitement
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go sleepy bobos,
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cross in the morning.
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285. - Nighty-night, Georgy Porgy!
- Nighty-wighty, Amy Wamy.
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286. I think it worked, sir.
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287. In the morning I shall go
in and ask her father,
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spending his money.
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289. I can't stand meanness
when it comes to wedding presents.
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290. And well done, sir,
you were brilliant.
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- Yes, sir.
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292. - But I'm in agony!
- Well, that's love for you.
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of the Prince of Wales
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295. He wants your daughter
Amy for his wife.
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297. Outrageous, sir, to come
here with such a suggestion!
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take off my belt
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299. and by thunder me trousers
will fall down!
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your lovely daughter.
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Can it be possibly true?
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such boundaries of class?
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305. I grant thee, when I first met
her, I was the farmer's son
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306. and she was just the lass who ate the
dung, but that was an exception.
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308. Yes, he was a pig poker and she
was the Duchess of Argyle, but...
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309. And Aunty Ruth was a milkmaid
and Uncle Isiah...
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310. The Pope!
Yes, yes, all right. Don't argue.
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we need never be poor
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Sir, we accept.
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wanting an enormous ceremony...
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315. Well, obviously, now
we're marrying quality,
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or hungry again.
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and hungry at the moment?
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318. Oh yes!
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319. We've been living off lard
butties for five years now.
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320. I'm so poor I use my
underpants for drying dishes.
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- Aye.
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Good day.
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lovey-wovey poems
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I'm afraidy-waidy. Goodbye.
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you to go out
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on wedding presents.
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330. Nothing.
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331. Crisis, Baldrick, crisis!
No marriage, no money, more bills!
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332. For the first time I've decided
to follow a suggestion of yours.
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334. You're not becoming a highwayman,
are you?
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335. No, I'm auditioning
for the part of Arnold the Bat
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337. Oh, that's all right then.
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338. Baldrick, have you no
idea what irony is?
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339. Yeah, it's like goldy and bronzy,
only it's made of iron.
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340. Never mind, never mind.
Just saddle the Prince's horse.
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341. That'll be difficult,
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342. he wrapped her round that gas
lamp in the Strand last night.
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343. Saddle my horse then.
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344. What do you think you've been
eating for the last two months?
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345. Well go out into the street
and hire me a horse.
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346. Hire you a horse? For ninepence?
On Jewish New Year in the rain?
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horse plague of Old London Town?
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strike in its 15th week
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fair tomorrow?
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350. Right, well get this on then.
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351. It looks as though you could
do with the exercise.
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352. Honestly, Papa. Ever since mother died
you've tried to stop me growing up.
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I'm a grown woman.
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tell you now, Papa:
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and I'm an opium fiend,
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356. and I'm in love with a
poet called Shelley,
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358. And mother didn't die,
I killed her!
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361. Oh no— disaster. It's the Shadow—
we're doomed, doomed.
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362. Good evening, Duke, and the
lovely Miss Cheapside.
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364. You'll never get away with this!
You'll be caught and damn well hung.
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365. - I think he looks...
- Madam, please.
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366. Not the jest about me looking pretty
well hung already, we have no time.
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- Never, sir!
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own private kingdom.
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with my life.
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in there, have you?
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handkerchief, hm?
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who has a big blow
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change it for a week?
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- Highwayman, I also have a jewel.
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375. I fear however, that I
have placed it here,
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376. beneath my petticoat,
for protection.
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377. Well in that case I
think I'll leave it.
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378. I'm not sure I fancy the idea of a
jewel that's been in someone's pants.
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379. A single kiss of those soft
lips is all I require.
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380. Never, sir!
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381. A man's soft lips are his
own private kingdom,
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382. I shall defend
them with my life.
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383. I'm not talking to you, grandad.
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384. Oh, I am overcome. Take me with you
to live the life of the wild rogue,
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385. cuddling under haystacks and making
love in the branches of tall trees.
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386. Madam, sadly I must decline—
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387. I fear my horse would collapse with
you on top of him as well as me.
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388. I could try.
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389. - No, Quicksilver, you couldn't.
- That's not fair then.
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390. I had you on my back for ten miles,
and I don't even get a kiss out of it.
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391. All right, very well then...
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392. - All fair now?
- Not really, no.
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393. No pleasing some horses.
Hi ho, Quicksilver!
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394. Papa, you did nothing
to defend my honour.
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395. Oh, shut your face,
you pregnant junkie fag-hag.
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396. Well, Baldrick,
a good night's work, I think.
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397. It's time to divide the loot.
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398. And I think it's only fair that
we should share it equally.
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399. Which I suppose is
highwayman's talk
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400. for you get the cash,
I get the snotty hankie.
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401. No, we did this robbery together,
so you get half the cash.
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402. Thank you, Mr B.
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403. This robbery, on the other
hand, I'm doing alone.
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404. Hand it over, your
money or your life.
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405. There you see, all
fair and above board.
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406. Fair enoguh. As long as I haven't
been cheated I don't mind.
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407. Hands up! I'm the Shadow,
and I never miss.
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408. Oh no.
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409. - You, the one that looks like a pig.
- He's talking to you, Baldrick.
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410. Scedaddle!
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411. So... who have we here.
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412. A well set up fellow indeed.
Sir, a kiss.
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413. Sorry, I'm not sure
I heard that correctly.
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414. Oh dear. Maybe your
ears need unblocking.
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415. Oh, a kiss! Of course.
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416. Then perhaps a light supper,
some dancing,
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417. who knows where it might lead.
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418. - Good Lord, it's you!
- Of course!
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419. - But your voice?
- Clever, isn't it?
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420. - Does your father know you're out?
- He had to go.
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421. - You mean he's dead?
- Yes. Dead as that squirrel.
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422. Which squirrel?
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423. Oh, that squirrel.
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424. Of course!
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425. You killed him for ruining your
chances of marrying Prince George.
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426. I despise the Prince.
Don't you know it's you I want.
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427. I want a real man.
A man who can sew on a button.
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428. A man who knows where
the towels are kept.
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429. And yes, I crave your
fabulous sinewy body.
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430. Well, you're only human.
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431. Here's the plan, brown eyes,
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432. you rob the Prince of
everything he's got,
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433. right down to the clothes
he's standing in.
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434. I'll get my stash
and meet you here.
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435. Then we run away to
the West Indies.
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436. Well, I don't know,
I'll have to think about it.
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437. I've thought about it,
it's a brilliant plan.
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438. See you here tomorrow.
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439. Right, I'm off.
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440. Oh, sir, but what
about the danger?
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441. Look, the reward is
going up day by day.
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442. I laugh in the face of danger.
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443. I drop ice-cubes down
the vest of fear.
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444. Things couldn't be better, Baldrick.
She'll get me abroad and make me rich.
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445. Then I'll probably drop her and get
200 concubines to share my bed.
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446. Wouldn't that be rather prickly?
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447. Concubines, Baldrick,
not porcupines.
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448. I still can't believe
you're leaving me behind.
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449. Don't you worry—
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450. when we're established on
our plantation in Barbados,
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451. I'll send for you.
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452. No more sad little
London for you, Balders.
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453. From now on, you'll stand out
in life as an individual.
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454. Will I?
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455. Of course you will, all the
other slaves will be black.
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456. Oh, Mr Blackadder,
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457. what's all this I hear about
you buying a bathing-costume
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458. and forty gallons
of coconut oil.
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459. - Are you going abroad then, sir?
- Yes, I'm off.
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460. Oh, sir, what a tragic
end to all my dreams.
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461. And I'd always hoped
you would marry me
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462. and that together we might await
the slither of tiny Adders.
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463. Mrs M, if we were the last
three humans on earth
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464. I'd be trying to start a
family with Baldrick.
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465. Here I am, all packed
and ready to go.
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466. Darling, I'm so
pleased to see you.
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467. And I've got a little
surprise for you.
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468. Close your eyes
and open your mouth.
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469. Hand over the loot,
goat brains.
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470. Ha ha ha!
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471. I always said the bedrock
of a good relationship
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472. is being able to
laugh together.
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473. Good. Well done.
So, which way to Barbados?
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474. You're not going to Barbados.
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475. Get away from the cart, Mr Slimy,
or I'll fill you so full of lead
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476. we could sharpen your head
and call you a pencil.
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477. This is turning into a
really rotten evening.
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478. You'd better make the most
of it— it's your last.
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479. And it's a pity,
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480. because it's usually against my
principles to shoot dumb animals.
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481. - Except squirrels?
- Yes. Bastards.
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482. I hate them with their long tails
and their stupid twitchy noses.
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483. I shall return at midnight
to collect the loot—
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484. when I'll fill you
so full of holes
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485. I could market you as a
new English cheese.
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486. Oh God, what a way to die.
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487. Shot by a transvestite
on an unrealistic grassy knoll.
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488. - Morning, Mr B.
- Baldrick!
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489. Thank you for introducing me
to a genuinely new experience.
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490. - What experience is that?
- Being pleased to see you.
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491. What are you doing here,
you revolting animal?
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492. I've come for the
Shadow's autograph.
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493. You know, I'm a great
fan of the Shadow.
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494. Yes. Just untie
me, Baldrick.
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495. Has he gone?
What a pity.
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496. I wanted him to autograph
my new poster.
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497. Look, his reward's gone up
to ten thousand pounds.
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498. Good Lord, ten thousand pounds -
that gives me an idea.
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499. Baldrick, take this cart-load
of loot back to the palace
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500. and meet me
back here at midnight
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501. with ten soldiers,
a restless lynch-mob
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502. and a small portable gallows.
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503. Ha ha! Brekkers!
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504. I could eat fourteen
trays of it this morning
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505. and still have room for
a dolphin on toast.
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506. Any particular reason
for this gluttonous levity, sir?
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507. Well, what do you think, Blackadder?
I'm in love. I'm in love. I'm in love.
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508. Oh, Amy, bless all ten
of your tiny pinkies.
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509. Now, let's see what's in the paper.
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510. Oh my God! She's been
arrested and hanged.
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511. Really?
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512. - It turns out she was a highwayman.
- These modern girls.
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513. Apparently someone tipped
off the authorities
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514. and collected the ten
thousand pounds reward.
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515. What a greasy sneak.
If only I could get my hands on him.
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516. You can't trust
anyone these days.
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517. It says here that she
had an accomplice.
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518. But they don't know who it was.
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519. Oh, Amy, Amy, Amy,
I shall never forget you.
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520. Never ever never ever...
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521. - Right, what's for breakfast?
- Kedgeree, sir.
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522. Great. I didn't need
to get married anyway.
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523. I've got pots of money.
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524. Really?
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525. The most extraordinary
thing happened.
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526. I was a bit peckish
during the night,
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527. so I nipped downstairs
to the biscuit barrel.
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528. The biscuit barrel?
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529. And do you know what
I found inside?
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530. Ten thousand pounds
I never knew I had.
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531. I've got so much money now
I don't know what to do with it.
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532. - How about a game of cards, sir?
- Excellent idea!
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