1. - Mr Blackadder...
- Leave me alone Baldrick.
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2. If I'd wanted to talk to a vegetable
I'd have bought one at the market.
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3. - Don't you want this message?
- No, thank you.
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4. God, I'm wasted here.
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5. It's no life for a
man of noble blood
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6. being servant to a master with
the intellect of a jugged walrus
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7. and all the social
graces of a potty.
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8. I'm wasted too. I've been
thinking of bettering myself.
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9. I applied for the job
of village idiot of Kensington.
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10. - Get anywhere?
- I got down to the last two.
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11. - But I failed the final interview.
- What went wrong?
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12. I turned up. The other bloke was
such an idiot he forgot to.
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13. I'm afraid my ambitions
stretch slightly further
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14. than professional
idiocy in West London.
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15. I want to be remembered
when I'm dead.
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16. I want books written about me,
songs sung about me.
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17. And then, hundreds of years from now,
I want episodes from my life
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18. to be played out weekly
at half past nine
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19. by some great heroic
actor of the age.
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20. Yeah, and I could be played
by some tiny tit in a beard.
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21. - Quite. Now, what's this message?
- I thought you didn't want it.
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22. - I may do. It depends what it is.
- So you do want it?
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23. Well, I don't know, do I?
It depends what it is.
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24. I can't tell you
unless you want to know.
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25. Now I'm so confused I don't know
where I live or what my name is.
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26. Your name is of no importance
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27. and you live in the pipe in
the upstairs water-closet.
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28. Was the man who gave you
this, by any chance,
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29. a red-headed lunatic with
a kilt and a claymore?
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30. Yeah, and the funny thing is,
he looked exactly like you.
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31. My mad cousin McAdder.
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32. The most dangerous man ever
to wear a skirt in Europe.
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33. Yeah, he came in here
playing the bagpipes,
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34. then he made a haggis,
sang Auld Lang Syne
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35. and punched me in the face.
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36. Why?
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37. Because, I called him a
knock-kneed Scottish pillock.
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38. An unwise action, Baldrick,
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39. since Mad McAdder is a
homicidal maniac.
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40. My mother told me to stand up
to homicidal maniacs.
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41. If this is the same mother
who comfortly claimed
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42. that you were a tall,
handsome, stallion of a man,
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43. I should treat her opinions
with extreme caution.
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44. I love my mum.
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45. And I love chops and sauce,
but I don't seek their advice.
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46. I hate it when
McAdder turns up.
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47. He's such a frog-eyed,
beetle-browed basket-case.
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48. - He's the spitting image of you.
- No, he's not!
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49. We're about as similar as two
completely dissimilar things in a pod.
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50. What's the old tartan throw-back
banging on about this time?
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51. "Have come South for rebellion."
Oh, God. Surprise, surprise.
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52. "Staying with Miggins...
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53. the time has come...
best sword in Scotland...
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54. insurrection... blood...
large bowl of porridge...
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55. rightful claim to throne..."
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56. He's mad. He's mad.
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57. He's madder than Mad Jack McMad
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58. the winner of last year's
Mr Madman competition.
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59. Ah! The walrus awakes.
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60. Blackadder,
notice anything unusual?
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61. Yes, sir, it's 11:30 in the morning
and you're moving about.
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62. Is the bed on fire?
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63. Well, I wouldn't know,
I've been out all night.
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64. Guess what I've been doing?
Wraaarrhhh...
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65. - Beagling, sir?
- Better even than that.
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66. Sink me, Blackadder,
if I haven't just had
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67. the most wonderful
evening of my life.
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68. Tell me all, sir.
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69. As you know, when I set
out I looked divine.
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70. At the party, as I passed,
all eyes turned.
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71. And I dare say,
quite a few stomachs.
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72. Well, that's right.
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73. And then these two
ravishing beauties
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74. came up to me and whispered
in my ear that they loved me.
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75. - And what happened after you woke up?
- This was no dream, Blackadder.
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76. Five minutes later I was
in a coach flying through
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77. the London night bound
for the ladies' home.
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78. And which ladies'
home is this?
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79. A home for the elderly or a home
for the mentally disadvantaged?
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80. No, no, no.
This was Apsley House.
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81. - Do you know it?
- Yes, sir.
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82. It is the seat of the
Duke of Wellington.
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83. Those ladies, I fancy,
would be his nieces.
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84. Oh, so you fancy them too?
Well, I don't blame you.
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85. I spent a night of ecstasy with a
pair of Wellingtons and I loved it.
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86. Sir, it may interest
you to know
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87. that the Iron Duke
has always let it be known
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88. that he will kill in cold
blood anyone
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89. who takes sexual advantage
of any of his relatives.
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90. Yes, but big-nose Wellington is
in Spain fighting the French—
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91. - He'll never know.
- On the contrary, sir.
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92. Wellington triumphed
six months ago.
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93. - I'm dead.
- It would seem so, sir.
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94. I haven't got a prayer,
have I, Blackadder?
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95. Against throat-slasher
Wellington,
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96. the finest blade
His Majesty commands?
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97. - Not really, no.
- Then I shall flee.
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98. - How's your French, Blackadder?
- Parfait, monsieur.
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99. But I fear France will
not be far enough.
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100. - Well, how's your Mongolian?
- Mmm, chang hatang motzo motzo.
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101. But I fear Wellington is a close
personal friend of the chief Mongol.
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102. They were at Eton together.
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103. I'm doomed.
Doomed as the dodo.
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104. Oh, my God, he's here,
Wellington's here already!
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105. Oh, Your Grace, forgive me. I
didn't know what I was doing.
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106. I was a mad,
sexually overactive fool.
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107. Sir, it's Baldrick.
You're perfectly safe.
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108. Hurrah!
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109. - Until six o'clock tonight.
- Hurrooh.
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110. From the Supreme Commander,
Allied Forces Europe.
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111. "Sir, prince or pauper,
when a man soils a Wellington
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112. he puts his foot in it.
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113. This is not a joke.
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114. I do not find my name remotely funny,
and people who do, end up dead.
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115. I challenge you to a duel tonight
at 18:00 in which you will die.
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116. Yours, with sincere apologies
for your impending slaughter,
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117. Arthur Wellesley,
Duke of Wellington."
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118. Sounds a nice,
polite sort of bloke.
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119. Don't worry, sir, please.
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120. Just consider that life
is a valley of woe
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121. filled with pain, misery,
hunger and despair.
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122. Not for me, it bloody isn't.
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123. As far as I'm concerned
life is a big palace
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124. full of food,
drink and comfy sofas.
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125. - May I speak, sir?
- Certainly not, Baldrick!
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126. The Prince is about to die.
The last thing he wants to do
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127. is exchange pleasantries
with a certified plum-duff.
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128. Easy, Blackadder, let's hear him out.
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129. Very well, Baldrick. We shall
hear you out, then throw you out.
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130. Well, Your Majesty,
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131. I have a cunning plan which could
get you out of this problem.
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132. Don't listen to him, sir.
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133. It's a cruel proletarian
trick to raise your hopes.
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134. I shall have him shot
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135. the moment he's finished
clearing away your breakfast.
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136. No, wait, Blackadder.
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137. Perhaps this disgusting
degraded creature
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138. is some sort of
blessing in disguise.
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139. Well, if he is,
it's a very good disguise.
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140. After all, did not our Lord
send a lowly earthworm
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141. to comfort
Moses in his torment?
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142. No.
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143. Well, it's the sort of
thing he might have done.
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144. Well, come on, Mr Spotty,
speak.
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145. Well, Your Majesty,
I just thought—
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146. this Wellington bloke's
been in Europe for years.
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147. You don't know what he looks like,
he don't know what you looks like.
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148. So why don't you get someone else
to fight the duel instead of you?
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149. But I'm the Prince Regent!
My portrait hangs on every wall!
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150. Answer that, Baldrick.
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151. My cousin Bert Baldrick,
Mr Gainsborough's butler's dogsbody,
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152. he says that all portraits
look the same these days,
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153. 'cause they're painted
to a romantic ideal,
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154. rather than as a true depiction
of the idiosyncratic
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155. facial qualities of the
person in question.
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156. Your cousin Bert
obviously has a larger
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157. vocabulary than
you do, Baldrick.
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158. He's right, damn him!
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159. Anybody could fight the duel
and Wellers would never know.
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160. Baldrick's plan does
seem to hinge
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161. on finding someone willing to
commit suicide on your behalf.
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162. Yes, but he would be
fabulously rewarded.
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163. - Money, titles, castles...
- Coffin.
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164. That's right,
I thought maybe Mr Blackadder
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165. himself would fancy the job.
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166. - What a splendid idea!
- Excuse me, Your Highness.
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167. Trouble with the staff.
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168. Baldrick, does it
have to be this way?
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169. Our valued friendship ending with me
cutting you into long strips
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170. and telling the Prince that you
walked over a very sharp cattle-grid
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171. in an extremely heavy hat?
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172. Mr Blackadder, you was only
just saying in the kitchen
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173. how you wanted to rise again.
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174. But, tiny, tiny brain,
the Iron Duke will kill me.
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175. To even think about taking
him on you'd have to be
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176. some kind of homicidal maniac
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177. who was fantastically good
at fighting, like McAdder...
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178. McAdder could fight the duel
for me!
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179. My apologies, sir.
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180. I was just having a word
with my insurance people.
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181. Obviously I would be delighted
to die on your behalf.
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182. God's toenails, Blackadder,
I'm most damnably grateful.
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183. - You won't regret this you know.
- Well, that's excellent.
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184. There's just one point, though, sir,
re: the suicide policy.
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185. There is an unusual
clause which states
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186. that the policyholder must
wear a big red wig
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187. and affect a Scottish accent
in the combat zone.
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188. Small print, eh?
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189. Ah, Mrs Miggins. Am I to gather
from your look of pie-eyed exhaustion
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190. and the globules of porridge
hanging off the walls
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191. that my cousin McAdder
has presented his credentials?
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192. Oh yes, indeed, sir.
You've just missed him.
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193. I hope he's been practising
with his claymore.
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194. Oh, I should say so!
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195. I'm as weary as a dog with no legs
that's just climbed Ben Nevis.
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196. A claymore is a sword,
Mrs Miggins.
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197. See this intricate wood carving
of the infant Samuel at prayer?
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198. He whittled that with the tip of his
mighty weapon with his eyes closed.
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199. Yes, exquisite.
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200. He bid me bite on a plank,
there was a whirlwind of steel,
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201. and within a minute
three men lay dead
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202. and I had a lovely
new set of gnashers.
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203. Just tell him to meet
me here at five o'clock
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204. to discuss an extremely
cunning plan.
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205. If all goes well, by
tomorrow the clan of McAdder
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206. will be marching the
high road back to glory.
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207. Oh, lovely!
I'll do you a nice packed lunch.
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208. Good news, Your Highness.
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209. This evening I will carve
the Duke into a piece of furniture
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210. with some excellent
dental work.
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211. Your Highness? Your Highness!
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212. Oh, thank God it's you,
Blackadder.
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213. I've just had word from Wellington,
he's on his way here now.
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214. The Duke must believe from the
very start that I am you.
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we must swap clothes.
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217. Fantastic, yes, dressing up.
I love it.
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218. It's just like that story,
"The Prince And The Porpoise".
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219. - "... And the Pauper".
- Oh, yes!
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220. "The Prince and the
Porpoise and the Pauper".
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221. Excellent, excellent. Why, my own
father wouldn't recognise me.
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222. Your own father never can.
He's mad.
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223. Unfortunately, sir,
you do realise
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you like a servant?
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225. Oh, I think I can cope
with that, Blackadder.
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226. And you will have to
get used to calling me...
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227. - "Your Highness", Your Highness.
- "Your Highness, Your Highness."
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228. No, just "Your Highness",
Your Highness.
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229. That's what I said,
"Your Highness, Your Highness",
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230. Your Highness, Your Highness.
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231. Yes, let's just leave
that for now, shall we?
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232. Complicated stuff obviously.
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233. Big Nose is here...
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234. But what? Who?
Where? How?
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235. Don't even try to
work it out, Baldrick.
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236. Two people you know well
have exchanged coats
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know which is which.
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238. I must say I'm pretty
confused myself!
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239. Which one of us is Wellington?
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240. Wellington is the man
at the door.
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241. And the porpoise?
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242. Hasn't arrived yet, sir.
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243. We'll just have to fill in
as best we can without it.
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244. Sir, if you would
let the Duke in.
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245. Certainly, Your Highness,
Your Highness.
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246. And you'd better
get out too, Baldrick.
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247. Yes, Your Highness,
Your Highness.
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248. Oh, God! If only they had a
brain cell between them.
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249. The Duke of Wellington!
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250. Have I the honour of addressing
the Prince Regent, sir?
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251. You do.
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252. Congratulations, Highness,
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than I'd been informed.
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254. Take my hat at once,
sir, and be quicker
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were with the door!
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256. - Yes, my Lord.
- I'm a Duke, not a Lord!
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257. Where were you trained,
a dago dancing class?
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258. Shall I have my people
thrash him for you?
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259. No, he's very new. At the
moment I'm sparing the rod.
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260. Fatal error. Give them an inch and
before you know it they've got a foot,
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261. much more than that
and you don't have a leg to stand on.
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262. Get out!
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263. Now, sir, to business.
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264. I am informed that your royal father
grows ever more eccentric
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265. and at present believes himself to be
"a small village in Lincolnshire,
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266. commanding spectacular views
of the Nene valley."
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267. I therefore pass my
full account of the war
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the Prince of Wales.
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269. "We won." Signed Wellington.
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270. Well, that seems to
sum it up very well.
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271. - Was there anything else?
- Two other trifling affairs, sir.
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272. The men had a whip-round
and got you this.
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273. Well, what I mean is,
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274. I had the men roundly whipped
until they got you this.
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275. It's a cigarillo-case
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276. engraved with the regimental crest
of two crossed dead Frenchmen,
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277. emblazoned on a mound
of dead Frenchmen motif.
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278. Thank you very much.
And the other trifling thing?
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279. - Your impending death, Highness.
- Yes, of course, mind like a sieve.
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280. I can not deny I'm
looking forward to it.
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281. Britain has the finest
trade, the finest armies,
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282. the finest navies in the world.
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283. And what do we have for royalty?
A mad Kraut sausage sucker
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284. and a son who can't keep
his own sausage to himself.
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285. - The sooner you're dead the better.
- You're very kind.
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286. Now, you're no doubt anxious
to catch up with the news of the war.
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287. I have here the most recent briefs
from my general in the field.
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288. Yes, well if you could just pop them
in the laundry basket on the way out.
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289. - Tea?
- Yes, immediately.
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290. Now, let's turn to the
second front, my Lord.
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291. Now, as I understand it,
Napoleon is in North Africa.
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292. - And Nelson is stationed in...
- Alaska, Your Highness.
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293. In case Bony should try and trick us
by coming via the North Pole.
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294. Perhaps a preferable stratagem,
Your Grace,
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as he leaves the Mediterranean.
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296. Trafalgar might be
quite a good spot.
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297. Trafalgar?
Well, I'll mention it to Nelson.
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298. I'm beginning to regret the necessity
of killing you, Your Highness.
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299. I'd been told by everybody that the
Prince was a confounded moron.
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300. Oh, no.
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301. Here's that tiresome
servant of yours again.
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302. Budge up, budge up.
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303. How dare you sit in the presence
of your betters! Get up!
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304. - Cripes, yes, I forgot.
- You speak when you're spoken to.
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305. Unless you want to be flayed
across a gun carriage. Well?
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been too long a soldier.
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307. We no longer treat servants
that way in London society.
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308. - Why, I hardly touched the man!
- I think you hit him very hard.
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309. Nonsense!
That would have been a hard hit.
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310. I just hit him like that.
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311. No, sir, a soft hit
would be like this.
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313. Please, um, I wonder if I might be
excused, Your Highness, Your Highness.
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314. Certainly.
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315. I'm sorry about that, sir,
but one has to keep up the pretence.
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316. I quite understand.
You carry on the good work.
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317. Very well, sir.
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318. Hang on, this is bloody coffee!
I ordered tea!
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319. You really are a confounded fool,
aren't you?
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was an imbecile,
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was respected about town.
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322. Now that I discover the truth,
I'm disposed to beat you to death.
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324. Tell me, do you ever stop bullying
and shouting at the lower orders?
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325. Never!
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to win a campaign:
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ability have anything to do with it?
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330. No!
It's all down to shouting.
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331. I hear that conditions in
your army are appalling.
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332. Well, I'm sorry, but
those are my conditions
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333. and you'll just have
to accept them.
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334. That is until this evening
when I shall kill you.
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335. - Who knows, maybe I shall kill you.
- Nonsense.
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336. I've never been so
much as scratched,
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as a baby's bottom.
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338. Which is more than you
can say for my bottom.
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340. I should, perhaps,
warn you that while duelling
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341. I tend to put on my lucky wig
and regimental accent.
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342. That won't help you.
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343. It would take a homicidal
maniac in a claymore and a kilt
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344. to get the better of me.
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345. Well, that's handy.
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346. I'm not leaving this kitchen
until that man is out of the house.
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347. It's all right, Your Majesty,
don't worry, I'll deal with this.
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348. Hello, Baldrick. I've brought
your buns. Where's Mr Blackadder?
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349. Oh, not upstairs still,
running about after that...
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350. port-swilling, tadpole-brained
smelly-boots?
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351. - I don't know who you mean.
- Prince George, Baldrick.
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352. His boots smell so bad
a man would need to have
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before taking them off.
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354. Well, that's what
Mr Blackadder says.
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355. As a joke.
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356. Didn't you write a little poem
about him last week?
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357. - No, I didn't.
- Oh, you did.
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in the summer it's hot,
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Prince George is a clot."
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360. A lovely.
I said Prince George is a lovely.
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361. I'd better be off anyway.
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362. Tell Mr Blackadder to expect
Mr McAdder at five o'clock.
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363. As soon as that fat Prussian
truffle-pig has got
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bucket of tea-cakes.
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365. It must be next door
you're wanting,
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366. strange woman whom I've never
seen before, Mrs Miggins.
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367. - Baldrick!
- Yes, Your Highness.
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about how lovely I am?
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370. Yes, and Mr Blackadder
loves you too.
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- I do.
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373. Goodbye, sir.
And may the best man win— I.e. me.
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374. - Your tea, sir.
- You're late!
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375. Where the hell have you
been for it? India?
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376. - Or Ceylon?
- Or China?
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377. Don't bother to show
me the way out.
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378. I don't want to die of old age
before I get to the front door.
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379. Ah! Miggins.
So where's McAdder?
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380. I thought he was going to
be here at five o'clock.
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381. Yes, I'm sorry.
He's just popped out.
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382. You look ever so similar to each
other, you know, it's quite eerie.
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383. Look, did you tell
him to be here or not?
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384. I did, you just keep
missing each other.
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385. - I can't imagine why.
- I'll tell you why!
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386. It's because there's
no coffee shop in England
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387. big enough for two Blackadders.
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388. Ah! Good day, cousin McAdder.
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389. - I trust you are well.
- Aye, well enough.
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390. - And Morag?
- She bides fine.
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391. And how stands that mighty army,
the clan McAdder?
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392. They're both well.
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393. I always thought that Jamie and
Angus were such fine boys.
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394. - Angus is a girl.
- Of course.
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395. So, tell me, cousin,
I hear you have a cunning plan.
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396. I do, I do.
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397. I want you to take the
place of the Prince Regent
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398. and kill the Duke of
Wellington in a duel.
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399. Aye, and what's in it for me?
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400. Enough cash to buy
the Outer Hebrides.
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401. - What do you think?
- Fourteen shillings and sixpence?
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402. Well, it's tempting.
But I've got an even better plan.
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403. Why don't I pretend to be
the Duke of Wellington
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404. and kill the Prince
of Wales in a duel?
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405. Then I could kill the King
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406. and be crowned with the ancient
stone bonnet of McAdder.
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407. And I shall wear the granite gown
and limestone bodice of MacMiggins,
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408. Queen of all the herds.
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409. Look, for God's sake, McAdder,
you're not Rob Roy.
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410. You're a top kipper salesman
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411. with a reputable firm of Aberdeen
fishmongers.
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412. Don't throw it all away.
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413. If you kill the Prince
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414. they'll just send the bailiffs
round and arrest you.
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415. Oh blast,
I forgot the bailiffs.
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416. So we can return to
our original plan then?
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417. No, I'm not interested.
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418. I'd rather go to bed
with the Loch Lomond monster.
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419. And I have to be back in
the office on Friday.
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420. I promised Mr McNaulty
I'd shift a particularly
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421. difficult bloater for him.
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422. Forget the whole thing.
I'm off home with Miggsy.
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423. Yes, yes. Show me the glen
where the kipper roams free.
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424. - And forget Morag forever.
- No, never.
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425. We must do right by Morag.
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426. We must return to
Scotland and you must
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427. fight her in the
old Highland way—
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428. bare-breasted and each
carrying an eight pound baby.
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429. Yes! I love babies.
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430. You're a woman of spirit!
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431. I look forward to burying you
in the old Highland manner.
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432. Farewell, Blackadder,
you spineless goon.
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433. Oh, God!
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434. Fortune vomits on my
eiderdown once more.
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435. Ah, Blackadder.
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436. It has been a wild afternoon
full of strange omens.
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437. I dreamt that a large eagle
circled the room three times,
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438. and then got into bed with me
and took all the blankets.
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439. And then I saw that it wasn't an eagle
at all but a large black snake.
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440. Also, Duncan's horses did turn
and eat each other - as usual.
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441. Good portents for your duel,
do you think?
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442. Not very good, sir.
I'm afraid the duel is off.
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443. - Off?
- As in "sod". I'm not doing it.
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444. By thunder,
here's a pretty game.
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445. You will stay, sir, and do duty
by your Prince or I shall...
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446. Or what, you port-brained twerp?
I've looked after you all my life.
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447. Even when we were babies I had to
show you which bit of your mother
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448. was serving the drinks.
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449. Please, please, you've
got to help me.
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450. I don't want to die.
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451. I've got so much to give.
I want more time.
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452. A poignant plea, sir.
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453. But the answer, I'm afraid,
must remain:
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454. "You're going to die, fat pig."
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455. Oh, wait, wait!
I'll give you everything.
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456. - Everything?
- Everything.
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457. The money, the castles,
the jewellery?
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458. Yes.
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459. The highly artistic but also highly
illegal set of French lithographs?
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460. Everything.
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461. The amusing clock where
the little man comes out
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every half hour?
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463. - Yes, yes, all right.
- Very well, I accept.
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464. A man may fight for many things: his
country, his principles, his friends,
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cheek of a golden child.
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466. But personally I'd mud-wrestle
my own mother for a ton of cash,
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467. an amusing clock,
and a sack of French porn. You're on.
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468. Here's the plan.
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469. When he offers me the swords,
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470. I kick him in the nuts and you
set fire to the building.
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471. In the confusion
we claim a draw.
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472. Your Highness,
let's be about our business.
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473. Don't forget, Baldrick.
You... when I...
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474. Come, sir. Choose your stoker.
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475. Are we going to tickle
each other to death?
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476. No, sir.
We fight with cannon.
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477. But I thought we were
fighting with swords.
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478. What do you think this is,
the Middle Ages?
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479. Only girls fight with
swords these days.
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480. Stand by your gun, sir.
Hup two three! Hup two three!
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482. Stand by cannon for loading procedure.
Stoke! Muzzle! Wrench!
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the Armstrong Whitworth...
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485. Please read instructions
carefully
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486. and it should give you years
of trouble-free maiming."
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487. Check elevation!
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488. Chart trajectory! Prime fuse!
Aim!
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489. - Wait a minute.
- Fire!
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490. Mr B! Sir, please help
me get his coat off.
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491. Leave it, Baldrick.
It doesn't matter.
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492. Yes it does. Blood's hell to shift.
I want to get it in to soak.
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493. You die like a man, sir—
in combat.
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494. You think so?
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495. Dammit, we must build a better world.
When will the killing end?
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496. You don't think I too
dream of peace?
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497. You don't think that
I too yearn to end
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we call soldiering?
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499. Frankly, no.
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500. My final wish upon this Earth
is that Baldrick be sold
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foundation to promote peace
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502. and to do research into
the possibility
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503. of an automatic machine
for cleaning shoes.
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504. And so I charge...
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505. His Highness is dead.
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506. Actually, I'm not sure I am.
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507. Fortunately, that
cigarillo-box you gave me
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508. was placed exactly at the point
where the cannon-ball struck.
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509. I always said smoking
was good for you.
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510. Honour is satisfied. God clearly
preserves you for greatness.
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511. His Highness is saved. Hurrah!
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512. Um, no actually, it's me.
I'm His Highness.
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513. Well done, Bladders,
glad you made it.
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514. What in the name of Bonaparte's
balls is this fellow doing now?
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515. No, I really am the Prince.
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516. It was all just larks, and darn
fine larks at that I thought.
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517. I have never, in all my campaigns,
encountered such insolence!
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518. Your master survives
an honourable duel
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519. and you cheek him like
a French whoopsy!
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520. I can contain myself no longer!
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521. I die. I hope men will say of me
that I did duty by my country.
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unlikely, sir.
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523. If I was you I'd try for
something a bit more realistic.
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524. Like what?
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525. You hope that men will
think of you as a thicky.
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526. All right, I'll hope that.
Toodle-oo, everyone.
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527. Kneel for His
Majesty, the King of England!
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528. Somebody told me my son was here.
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529. I wish him to marry this rose-bush. I
want to make the wedding arrangements.
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530. Here I am, Daddy.
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531. This is the Iron Duke Wellington,
commander of all your armed forces.
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532. Yes, I recognised the enormous conk.
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533. He's a hero.
A man of wit and discretion.
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534. Bravo!
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535. You know, my son, for
the first time in my life
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feeling about you.
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stark raving mad
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after each sentence,
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can make Britain great,
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and I as King Penguin.
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541. Well, let's hope, eh?
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542. Wellington, will you come
and dine with us at the palace?
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543. My family have a lot
to thank you for.
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544. With great pleasure.
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545. Your father may be as
mad as a balloon,
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makings of a fine king.
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548. Baldrick, clear away that
dead butler, will you?
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549. There's a new star
in heaven tonight.
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550. A new freckle on the
nose of the giant pixie.
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551. No, actually Baldrick,
I'm not dead.
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552. You see, I had a
cigarillo-box too, look.
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553. Oh, damn, I must have
left it on the dresser...
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