1. Ready, march!
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3. Eyes right!
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4. God, why do they bother?
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5. Well, it's to kill Jerry,
isn't it, sir?
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6. Yes, but Jerry is safe underground
in concrete bunkers.
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7. We've shot off over a million cannon
shells and what's the result?
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8. One dachshund with
a slight limp!
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9. Shut up!
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10. Thank you!
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11. Right, I'm off to bed
where I intend to sleep
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12. until my name changes
to Rip Van Adder.
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13. Aah...
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14. Oh, God! Bloody Germans!
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15. They can't take a joke,
can they?
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16. Just because we take
a few pot-shots at them,
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to get their own back.
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18. Where are our air force?
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19. They're meant to defend us
against this sort of thing.
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20. Right, that's it!
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21. Hello?
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22. Yes, yes,
I'd like to leave a message
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23. for the head of the
Flying Corps, please.
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24. That's Air Chief Marshal Sir
Hugh Massingbird-Massingbird,
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25. VC, DFC and BAR.
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26. Message reads: "Where are you,
you bastard?"
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27. Here I am, sir.
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28. For God's sake,
Baldrick, take cover.
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29. Why's that, sir?
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30. Because there's an
air-raid going on.
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31. And I don't want to have to write
to your mother at London Zoo
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32. and tell her that
her only human child is dead.
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33. All right, sir.
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34. It's just that I didn't know
there was an air-raid on.
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35. I couldn't hear anything over the
noise of the terrific display
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36. by our wonderful boys
of the Royal Flying Corps, sir.
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37. What?
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38. I say, those chaps
can't half thunder
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39. in their airborne steeds,
can't they just?
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40. Oh, hello, what's going on here?
Game of hide and seek?
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41. Excellent! Right now,
I'll go and count to a hundred.
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42. Er, no.
Better make it five, actually.
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43. George... Oh, it's sardines.
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44. Oh, excellent!
That's my favourite one, that.
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45. - George.
- Yes, sir?
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46. Shut up, and never say anything
again as long as you live.
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47. Right you are, sir.
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48. Crikey, but what a show it was, sir.
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49. Lord Flashheart's Flying Aces.
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50. How we cheered when they spun.
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52. How we applauded when one chap got
sliced in half by his own propeller.
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53. Well, it's all part of the joke
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in their flying machines.
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55. For "magnificent men", read
"biggest show-offs" since Lady Godiva
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56. "entered the royal
enclosure at Ascot claiming
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nothing to wear."
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58. I don't care how many times
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59. they go up-diddly-up-up,
they're still gits!
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60. Oh, come on, sir!
I'd love to be a flier.
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61. Up there where the
air is clear.
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62. The chances of the air being clear
anywhere near you, Baldrick,
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63. are zero!
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64. Oh, sir. It'd be great,
swooping and diving.
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65. Baldrick.
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66. Baldrick.
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67. Baldrick, what are you doing?
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68. I'm a Sopwith Camel, sir.
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69. Oh, it is a Sopwith Camel.
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70. Ah, right, I always get confused
between the sound of a Sopwith Camel
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71. and the sound of a malodorous
runt wasting everybody's time.
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72. Now, if you can do without me
in the nursery for a while,
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some fresh air.
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74. Ha! Eat knuckle, Fritz!
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75. Ooh!
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A boche on the sole of my boot.
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77. I shall have to find a patch
of grass to wipe it on.
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78. Probably get shunned
in the officers' mess.
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79. Sorry about the pong,
you fellows,
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80. Trod in a boche and can't
get rid of the whiff.
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81. Do you think we could dispense
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metaphor for a moment?
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83. I'm not a boche.
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84. - This is a British trench.
- Is it?
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85. Oh, that's a piece of luck.
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86. Thought I'd landed sausage-side!
Ha!
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87. Mind if I use your phone?
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88. If word gets out that I'm missing,
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89. five hundred girls
will kill themselves.
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90. I wouldn't want them
on my conscience,
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91. not when they ought
to be on my face!
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92. Hi, Flashheart here.
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93. Yeah, cancel the state funeral,
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94. tell the king to stop blubbing.
Flash is "not" dead.
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95. I simply ran out of "juice"!
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96. Yeah, and before all the
girls start saying,
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97. Oh, what's the point
of living anymore,
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98. I'm talking about petrol!
Woof, woof!
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99. Yeah, I dumped the kite
on the proles, so send a car.
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100. General Melchett's
driver should do.
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101. She hangs around
with the big nobs,
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102. so she'll be used to a
fellow like me! Woof, woof!
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103. Look, do you think you could make your
obscene phone call somewhere else?
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104. No, not in half an hour,
you rubber-desk johnny.
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105. Send the bitch with the wheels right
now, or I'll fly back to England
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106. and give your wife something
to hang her towels on.
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107. Okay, dig out your best booze
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108. and let's talk about
me 'til the car comes.
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109. You must be pretty impressed
having squadron commander
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110. The Lord Flashheart drop in
on your squalid bit of line.
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111. Actually, no.
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112. I was more impressed by the
contents of my handkerchief
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114. Yeah, like hell.
Huh, huh.
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little piccies of me
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haven't you?
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117. I bet you go all girly and giggly
every time you "look at me"!
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118. I'm afraid not.
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119. Unfortunately, most of the infantry
think you're a prat.
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120. Ask them who they'd prefer to meet,
Squadron Commander Flashheart
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121. and the man who cleans out
the public toilets in Aberdeen,
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122. and they'd go for Wee Jock
"Poo-Pong" McPlop every time.
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123. Ha ha ha ha!
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124. So when that fellow
looped-the-loop,
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125. I honestly thought that,
that, that...
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126. - My God!
- Yes, I suppose I am.
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127. Lord Flashheart, this is the
greatest honor of my life.
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128. I hope I snuff it right now
to preserve this moment forever.
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129. It could be arranged.
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130. Lord Flashheart,
I want to learn to write
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131. so I can send a letter home
about this golden moment.
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132. So all the fellows hate me, eh?
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133. Not a bit of it.
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134. I'm your bloody hero,
eh, old scout?
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135. Jesus!
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136. My lord, I've got every cigarette
card they ever printed of you.
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137. My whole family took up smoking
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138. just so that we could
get the whole set.
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139. My grandmother smoked
herself to death
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140. so we could afford the album.
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141. Of course she did,
of course she did,
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142. The poor love-crazed
old octogenarian.
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143. Well, all right, you fellows.
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144. Let's sit us down and yarn about
how amazingly attractive I am.
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145. Yes, would you excuse me
for a moment?
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146. I've got some urgent business.
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147. There's a bucket outside
I've got to be sick into.
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148. Yooo-hooo!
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149. All right, you chaps,
let's get comfy.
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150. You look like a
decent British bloke.
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151. I'll park the old booties
on you if that's okay.
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152. It would be an honor, my lord.
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153. Of course it would!
Ha!
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what it's like
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rushing through your hair?
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156. No, sir.
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157. He has!
Lucky devil!
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158. So I flew straight
through her bedroom window,
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159. popped a box of chocs
on the dressing table,
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160. machine-gunned my telephone
number into the wall,
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161. and then shot off and
shagged her sister.
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162. Ahem.
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163. Driver Parkhurst reporting
for duty, my lord.
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164. Well, well, well.
If it isn't little Bobby Parkhurst...
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165. Saucier than a direct
hit on a Heinz factory.
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166. I've come to pick you up.
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167. Well, that's how like my girls...
direct and to my point. Woof!
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168. Woof!
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169. Ah! Tally ho, then!
Back to the bar.
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170. You should join
the Flying Corps, George.
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171. That's the way to fight a war.
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172. Tasty tuck, soft beds
and a uniform so smart
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173. It's got a Ph.D. from Cambridge.
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174. You could even bring
the breath monster here.
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175. Anyone can be a navigator if he
can tell his arse from his elbow.
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176. Well, that's Baldrick out,
I fear...
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177. We're always looking for talented
types to join the Twenty-Minuters.
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178. And there goes George.
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179. Tally ho, then, Bobby.
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180. Hush, here comes a whiz-bang
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181. and I think you know
what I'm talking about!
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182. - Woof!
- Woof!
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183. God, it's like crufts in here!
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184. I say, sir, what a splendid notion.
The Twenty-Minuters.
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185. Soft tucker, tasty beds,
fluffy uniforms.
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186. Begging your permission, sir,
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187. but why do they call them
the Twenty Minuters?
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188. Ah, now, yes,
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189. Now this one is in my Brooke Bond
"Book Of The Air".
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190. Now, you have to collect
all the cards
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191. and then stick them into this
wonderful presentation booklet.
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192. Er...
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193. Ah, here we are,
Twenty-Minuters.
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194. Oh, damn!
Haven't got the card yet.
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195. Ah, but the caption says
"Twenty minutes
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196. "is the average amount of time
new pilots spend in the air."
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197. - Twenty minutes.
- That's right, sir.
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198. I had a twenty-hour
watch yesterday,
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199. with four hours overtime,
in two feet of water.
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200. Well then, for goodness sake, sir,
why don't we join?
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201. Yeah, be better than just sitting
around here all day on our elbows.
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202. No, thank you.
No, thank you.
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203. I have no desire to hang around
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upper-class delinquents,
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206. and then spend the rest of
the day loafing about in Paris,
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207. drinking gallons of champagne
and having dozens of moist, pink,
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208. highly-experienced young
French peasant girls
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210. Hang on.
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211. Come!
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212. - Ah, Captain Blackadder.
- Good morning, Captain Darling.
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213. - What do you want?
- You're looking so well.
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214. I'm a busy man, Blackadder.
Let's hear it, whatever it is.
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every man...
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217. - Hmmm.
- ... and when I was a small boy,
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marsh warblers
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mothers undercroft,
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220. and I remember thinking,
"will men ever dare do the same?"
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221. And you know...
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222. Oh, you want to join
the Royal Flying Corps?
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223. Oh, that's a thought.
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224. - Could I?
- No, you couldn't!
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225. Good-bye!
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226. Look, come on, Darling,
just give me an application form.
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to waste five months of training
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229. after which you'll claim
you can't fly after all
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230. because it makes
your ears go "pop".
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231. Come on, I wasn't born yesterday,
Blackadder.
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232. More's the pity,
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233. we could have started
your personality from scratch.
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234. So, the training period
is five months, is it?
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235. It's no concern of yours
if it's five years
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236. and comes with a free holiday in
Tunisia, contraceptives supplied.
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237. Besides,
they wouldn't admit you.
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238. It's not easy getting transfers,
you know.
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239. Oh, you've tried it yourself,
have you?
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240. No, I haven't.
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241. Trust you to try and skive off
to some cushy option.
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242. There's nothing cushy
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243. about life in the Womens'
Auxiliary Balloon Corps.
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244. And then the bishop said,
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245. I'm awfully sorry, I didn't realize
you meant organist.
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246. Thank you, George.
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247. At ease, everybody.
Now, where's my map?
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248. - Come on.
- Sir!
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249. Thank you.
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250. God, it's a barren, featureless
desert out there, isn't it?
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251. The other side, sir!
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252. Hello, George.
What are you doing here?
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253. Me, sir? I just popped in
to join the Royal Flying Corps.
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254. Hello, Blackadder.
What are you doing here?
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255. Me, sir? I just popped in
to join the Royal Flying Corps.
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256. And, of course, I said...
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257. Bravo, I hope, Darling.
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258. Because, you know,
I've always had my doubts
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260. Always suspected there might
be a bit too much
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nappy-wearing,
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262. I'd-rather-have-a-cup-of-tea-
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at-Jerry about you.
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264. But if you're willing to join
the Twenty-Minuters,
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265. then you're all right by me and
welcome to marry my sister any day.
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266. Are you sure about this, sir?
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267. Certainly, you should hear
the noise she makes
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269. Be glad to get her
out of the house.
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270. So, report back here 09:00 hours
for your basic training.
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271. Crikey!
I'm looking forward to today.
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272. Up-diddly-up, down-diddly-down,
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273. whoops-poop, twiddly-dee.
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274. Decent scrap with the
fiendish Red Baron,
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275. a bit of a jolly old crash
landing behind enemy lines,
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277. and then back home
in time for tea and medals.
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278. George, who's using the family
brain-cell at the moment?
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279. This is just the beginning
of the training.
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five long months
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looking at machinery.
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282. Hey, girls!
Look at my machinery!
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283. Enter a man who
has no underwear.
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284. Ask me why.
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285. Why do you have no underwear,
Lord Flash?
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286. Because the pants haven't been built
yet that can take the job on.
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287. And that's the type of guy who's
doing the training around here.
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288. Sit down!
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289. Well, well, well, well, well.
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290. If it isn't old
Captain Slack Bladder.
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291. Blackadder.
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292. Couldn't resist it, eh,
Slack Bladder?
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293. Told you you thought
I was great.
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294. All right men,
let's dooooo it!
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296. Always treat your kite
like you treat your woman.
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297. How... how do you mean, sir?
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298. Do you mean...
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299. Do you mean take her home at
weekends to meet your mother?
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300. No, I mean get
inside her five times a day
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heaven and back!
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302. I'm beginning to see why the
Suffragette Movement want the vote.
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303. Hey, hey!
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304. Any bird who wants to chain
herself to my railings
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movement gets my vote!
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306. Er, right.
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307. Well, I'll see you
in ten minutes for take-off.
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308. Hang on, hang on!
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- Hey, wet-pants!
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Balloon Corps.
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Twenty-Minuters now.
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312. - Er, sir... Sir!
- Prat at the back!
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intrigued to know
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Twenty-Minuters.
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315. Oh, Mister Thicko.
Imagine not knowing that.
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316. Well, it's simple!
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a new pilot is twenty minutes.
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318. Ah...
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of twenty minutes.
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320. That's right.
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321. Goggles on, chocks away,
last one back's a homo!
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322. - Hurray!
- Hurray!
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in ten minutes,
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twenty minutes,
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325. which means we should be dead
by twenty-five to ten.
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326. Hairy blighters, sir.
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327. This is a bit of a turn-up
for the plus fours.
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too much, Blackadder.
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330. As long as you've got a good
navigator, I'm sure you'll be fine.
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331. Actually, they're right.
This is a doddle.
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333. Whoops, whoops,
a little wobble there.
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don't worry.
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how many rounds have we got?
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336. Er, five hundred, sir.
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337. Cheese and tomato for you,
rat for me.
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338. Tally-bally ho!
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341. Will you stop arsing about
and get back in the plane!
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342. Ooh, ooh, ooh!
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343. Hey, sir, I can see a pretty
red plane from up here.
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Woo woo!
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Ha ha ha!
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347. Watch out, Baldrick,
it's stood right on our tail.
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348. Yes, now this is developing
into a distinctly boring situation,
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our side of the line
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350. so I'll crash-land and claim my
ears went "pop" first time out.
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351. Oh, let's hope we
fall on something soft!
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352. Fine. I'll try and aim between
General Melchett's ears!
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A German prison cell.
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the western front has been
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who lives next door to a brothel,
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356. and last night the
Germans advance a mile
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my tummy's gone all squirty.
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scared, Baldrick,
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I couldn't be more petrified
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home from a hard day at the swamp
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his pyjamas,
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in bed with his wife.
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Germans will do, sir.
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with anything of woman born.
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Baldrick, you're quite safe.
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for brutality is well-founded...
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three or four days,
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word for "fluffy".
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371. Yes, it'd be good to see her.
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a maternally-outraged gorilla
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it comes to the final scrap.
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Baldrick.
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can come to a man
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the palms of your hands.
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I am Oberleutnant Von Gerhardt.
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the Baron Von Richthoven...
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competition consists
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men in leather shorts,
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She'll Be Coming 'Round The Mountain,
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than death, English flying fellow."
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warm German welcome.
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Also, he is saying,
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will suffer even worse."
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fate worse than death."
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393. Yes, well, you see,
it's all very well for you, isn't it,
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behind yer comfy desk!
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with me, Lieutenant,
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for insubordination.
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397. Well, I'd rather be
on a charge for insubordination
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398. than on a charge of
deserting a friend.
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399. How dare you talk
to me like that!
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400. How dare I?
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401. Now, then, now then,
now, now, then, now then,
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403. Now then, what's going on here?
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has crashed his plane
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406. This young idiot wants to go
and try rescue him.
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407. It's a total waste of
men and equipment.
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408. He's not a damn fool, sir,
he's a bally hero.
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409. All right. All right.
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Delicate touch needed, I fancy.
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I came down to visit you
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for your sixth birthday?
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lovely little rabbit...
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Do you remember?
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- That's right, Flossy.
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what happened to Flossy?
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418. - You shot him.
- That's right.
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419. It was the kindest thing to do
after he'd been run over by that car.
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420. - By your car, sir.
- Yes, by my car.
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that dog had been set on him.
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423. - Your dog, sir.
- Yes, yes, my dog.
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to say, George,
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young flossy was in
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off my front tire
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427. is very much the state that
young Blackadder will be in now.
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428. If not very nearly dead,
then very actually dead.
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429. - Permission for lip to wobble, sir?
- Permission granted.
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430. Stout fellow.
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431. But surely, sir, you must allow me
to at least try and save him.
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432. No, George.
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as trying to teach a woman
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forward defensive stroke.
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435. Besides, it would take a superman
to get him out of there,
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just because somebody
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pie instead of birthday cake.
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438. - Well, I suppose you're right, sir.
- 'Course I am.
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more jolly, shall we?
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440. Look, this is the amount of land
we've recaptured since yesterday.
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441. Oh, excellent.
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442. Um, what is the actual
scale of this map, Darling?
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443. - Um, one-to-one, sir.
- Come again?
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444. Er, the map is actually life-size,
sir. It's superbly detailed.
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445. - Look, there's a little worm.
- Oh, yes.
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of land retaken is...?
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447. Excuse me, sir.
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448. - Seventeen square feet, sir.
- Excellent.
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449. So you see, young Blackadder didn't
die horribly in vain after all.
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450. If he did die, sir.
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451. That's the spirit, George.
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452. If nothing else works, then a total
pig-headed unwillingness
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will see us through.
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Red Baron von Richthoven
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English flying aces
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of the precious German blood
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and my blondest friends.
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months to do this.
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460. You may have been
right, Balders.
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461. Looks like we're going to get
rogered to death after all.
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462. Do you want me to go first, sir?
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463. Ha ha ha ha!
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sense of humour.
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to learning more of your wit,
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467. your punning and your amusing jokes
about the breaking of the wind.
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468. - Well, Baldrick's the expert there.
- I certainly am, sir.
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469. How lucky you English are
to find the toilet so amusing.
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and functional item.
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the basis of an entire culture.
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horror of what awaits you.
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verbal diarrhoea, and the message is
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"for the big boche gang-bang."
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to a quick and noble death.
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479. But, instead, an even worse fate
awaits you.
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taken back to Germany...
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outside Heidelberg,
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the rest of the war
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girls home economics.
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485. Er...
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the humiliation will be unbearable!
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487. Oh, I think you'll find we're tougher
than you imagine.
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you are suffering by your long feces.
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to say thank you.
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490. Thank you.
Say thank you, Baldrick.
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492. How amusing!
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493. But now, forgive me. I must
take to the skies once again.
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494. Very funny.
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still eludes me.
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he's overrated.
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impotent, they say.
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I must fly.
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this humour after all, ja?
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I'm in the old chateau.
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Pratfall!
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509. - Is the war really over for us?
- Yup!
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nuns how to boil eggs.
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the great war is finito.
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a damn sight simpler
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of our men a week.
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515. No more mud, death,
rats, bombs, shrapnel,
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and those bloody awful songs
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"whoops" in the title.
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He's... he's left the door open.
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519. Oh, good!
We can escape, sir.
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520. Are you mad, Baldrick?
I'll find someone to lock it for us.
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521. Ssh! Keep-ee! Mum's the word!
Not 'arf, or what?
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522. Sir, why did you just slam the door
on Lieutenant George?
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Go away!
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524. It's me. It's me.
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are you doing here?
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526. Oh, never mind the
hows and the whys
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527. and the
do-you-mind-if-I-don'ts.
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528. But it would have taken
a superman to get in here.
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should say that,
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I did have some help
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532. He's taken a break from
some crucial top-level shagging.
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533. It... it's me, hurray!
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535. God's potatoes, George.
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were in the lurch.
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Old Slack Bladder
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the Hound Of The Baskervilles,
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539. I'd probably have let them
stew in their own juice.
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540. And let me tell you, if I ever
tried that, I'd probably drown.
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I may as well "doooo" it.
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netball team, "Come on, chums!"
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544. Aah! Ow! Aah!
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Look, I'm sorry, chaps,
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this terrible cough.
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C-Guards!
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550. Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait a minute.
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the kind of tackle
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expect to find swinging about
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of a Grand National winner,
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555. and I've got the kind of feeling
you'd rather we hadn't come.
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to understand.
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give multiple orgasms
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by "sitting" on it,
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sick of this damn war:
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the endless poetry.
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think, Flashheart?
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an interesting new colour
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570. Let's get back to that
lovely war, then!
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571. - Woof! Woof!
- Bark!
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What bad luck!
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This is indeed an honor.
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flyers in the world meet.
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576. Two men of honor,
who have jousted together
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skies, face to face at last.
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578. How often I have rehearsed this
moment of destiny in my dreams.
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to encapsulate...
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of our comradeship...
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582. Come on!
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- Good lord.
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I thought you were...
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- No.
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- Well, yes, unfortunately.
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no thanks to you.
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this is captain Darling.
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Funny name for a guy, isn't it?
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594. Last person I called "darling"
was pregnant twenty seconds later.
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595. Hear you couldn't be bothered
to help old slacky here.
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596. Er, well, it...
It wasn't quite that, sir.
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the pros and cons,
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use of our time and resources.
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this isn't a reasonable use
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but I'm going to do it anyway.
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- This!
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I've got to fly.
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only one Flashheart.
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if you want something, take it.
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- Woof!
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- Yes, sir.
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Don't slouch, Darling.
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vicious sadist of the German army,
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a week's leave to recuperate.
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be stark raving mad to refuse you.
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to recuperate, sir?
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- Baaaaaah!
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