1. Oh, Blackadder! Blackadder!
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- What time is it?
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afternoon, Your Highness.
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I thought I'd overslept.
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pleasant evening, sir?
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extraordinary thing happened.
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snack at the Naughty Hellfire Club,
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wit and sophistication of a donkey.
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- You're right, it is absurd.
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particularly stupid donkey.
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of saying that.
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way, sir, too late one
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should have said.
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to recant his Catholicism,
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as the flames licked higher,
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to him to say,
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Pitt called me an idle scrounger,
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thought how clever it would've been
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"Oh, bugger off, you old fart!"
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mind, Blackadder.
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a stick in a bucket of pig swill."
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25. And how do you suggest this miracle
is to be achieved, Your Highness?
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26. Easy, I shall become best friends
with the cleverest man in England.
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Dr Samuel Johnson,
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new book. And I intend to accept.
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29. Would this be the long
awaited dictionary, sir?
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30. Who cares about the title as long as
there's plenty of juicy murders in it.
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31. - I hear it's a masterpiece.
- No, sir, it is not.
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since "How To Learn French"
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against Johnson, have you Blackadder?
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until you mentioned him just now.
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37. - But you do think he's a genius?
- No, sir, I do not.
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"genius" in his ridiculous dictionary
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or wobblebottom;
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sweaty dewflaps."
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Lucky you warned me.
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unholy arse to the royal bosom.
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been instrumental
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free of arses.
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45. Bravo! I don't want to waste my
valuable time with wobblebottoms.
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46. Fetch some tea, will you, Blackadder?
Make it two cups, will you?
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47. That splendid brainbox Dr Johnson
is coming round.
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48. Something wrong, Mr B?
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wrong, Balders.
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millionaire aristocrat
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rutting rhino is a constant niggle.
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52. But, today, something's
even wronger.
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53. That globulous fraud, Dr Johnson,
is coming to tea.
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cleverest man in England.
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of Village Idiots.
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57. That's not what you said
when you sent him your navel.
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58. Novel, Baldrick, not navel.
I sent him my novel.
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59. Well, novel or navel, it sounds a bit
like a bag of grapefruits to me.
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60. The phrase, Baldrick, is
"a case of sour grapes",
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written back, but no,
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"Dear Gertrude Perkins,
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Get stuffed. Samuel Johnson."
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65. Gertrude Perkins?
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a female pseudonym.
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Mrs Radcliffe, Jane Austen...
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- Of course.
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like a rhododendron bush.
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Wordsworth's, certainly.
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woman writing at the moment,
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73. and that's just because she wants
to get inside Johnson's britches.
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74. Perhaps your book
really isn't any good.
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75. It's taken me seven years,
and it's perfect.
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in four hundred sizzling chapters.
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servitude in the 18th century,
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hot gypsies thrown in.
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80. My magnum opus, Baldrick.
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and this is mine.
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82. And this is mine.
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84. - This is your novel, Baldrick?
- Yeah, I can't stand long books.
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lovely little sausage called Baldrick,
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87. - It's semi autobiographical.
- And it's completely utterly awful.
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88. Dr Johnson will probably love it.
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89. Speak of the devil...
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90. Well, I'd better go and make
the great Doctor comfortable.
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91. Let's just see how damned smart
Dr Fatty-Know-It-All really is.
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92. - And prepare a fire for the Prince.
- What shall I use?
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Paper's quite good.
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94. Here, try this for starters.
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96. - Dr Johnson, Your Highness.
- Ah, Dr Johnson!
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97. Damn cold day!
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98. Indeed it is, sir,
but a very fine one.
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the encyclopaedic implementation
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of demotic Anglo-Saxon.
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101. Didn't catch any of that.
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102. I simply observed, sir,
that I'm felicitous,
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penultimate solar sojourn,
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categorisation
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post-Norman tongue.
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106. I don't know what you're
talking about,
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107. but it sounds damn saucy,
you lucky thing.
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108. I know some liberal-minded
girls,
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any of them in a solar sojourn,
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Norman tongue.
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Doctor is trying to tell you
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112. that he is happy because
he has finished his book.
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113. It has apparently
taken him ten years.
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114. Yes, well, I'm a
slow reader myself.
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115. Here it is, sir, the very
cornerstone of English scholarship.
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116. This book, sir, contains every word
in our beloved language.
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117. - Every single one, sir?
- Every single word, sir!
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if I also offer the Doctor
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contrafribblarities.
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121. - What?
- "Contrafribblarities", sir.
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122. - It is a common word down our way.
- Damn!
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123. Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
I'm anaspeptic, phrasmotic,
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you such pericombobulation.
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125. What? What? What?
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about, Blackadder?
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a bit like dago talk to me.
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128. I'm sorry, sir. I merely
wished to congratulate
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left out a single word.
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130. Shall I fetch the tea,
Your Highness?
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131. Yes, yes. And get that damned
fire up here, will you?
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132. Certainly, sir.
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134. So, Dr Johnson. Sit ye down.
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135. Now. This book of yours,
tell me, what's it all about?
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English language, sir.
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hero's name is what?
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- No hero?
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Better put one in pronto!
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140. Call him George. George is a good name
for a hero. Now, what about heroines?
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141. There is no heroine, sir,
unless it is our Mother Tongue.
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Nice twist.
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with George the Hero.
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doesn't get murdered, does she?
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146. No she doesn't.
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or married,
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over a pound note.
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149. Well, now, look, Dr Johnson,
I may be as thick as a whale omelette,
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a book's got to have a plot.
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151. Not this one, sir. It is a book that
tells you what English words mean.
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152. I know what English words
mean, I speak English!
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154. Perhaps you would rather
not be patron of my book
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155. if you can see no value
in it whatsoever, sir!
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156. Perhaps so, sir!
As it sounds to me as if my
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complete cowpat of a book
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158. will set the seal once and for all on
my reputation as an utter turnip head.
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159. Well, it is a reputation well
deserved, sir! Farewell!
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160. Leaving already, Doctor? Not staying
for your pendigestatery interludicule?
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161. - No, sir! Show me out!
- Certainly, sir.
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162. Anything I can do to facilitate
your velocitous extramuralisation.
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163. You will regret this doubly, sir.
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impecuniated my dictionary,
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chance to act as patron
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166. to the only book in the
world that is even better.
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167. Oh, and what is that, sir?
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of the Killer Dictionary"?
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169. No, sir! It is "Edmund: A Butler's
Tale" by Gertrude Perkins.
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170. A huge rollercoaster of a novel
crammed with sizzling gypsies.
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and Gertrude millionaires.
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173. Millionaires!
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174. But it was not to be, sir.
I fare you well; I shall not return.
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seven million syllables.
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finished by bedtime!
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180. Oh, blast my eyes!
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181. In my fury, I have left my
dictionary with your foolish master.
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183. Sir, the Prince is
young and foolish.
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I will deliver both the book
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- Oh, will you, sir?
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the good is like a dog who speaks:
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190. - I think I can change his mind.
- Well, I doubt it, sir.
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is like a dog who speaks Norwegian:
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193. I shall be at Mrs Miggins'
Literary Salon in twenty minutes.
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offer my congratulations?
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be back in a hurry.
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198. On the contrary, sir. Dr Johnson
left in the highest of spirits.
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to patronise his dictionary.
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200. I told him to sod off,
didn't I?
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201. Yes, sir, but that was a joke.
Surely.
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brilliant one what's more.
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204. Yes, yes! I suppose it
was, rather, wasn't it?
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patronage to Dr Johnson, as promised?
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then that's what I must do
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promising it distinctly.
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208. - Excellent. Nice fire, Baldrick.
- Thank you, Mr B.
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Now, Baldrick, where's the manuscript?
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tied up with string?
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belonging to Dr Johnson.
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in the black coat who just left?
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papery thing tied up with string,
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the black coat, who just left, is.
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and if you don't answer,
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five toes on the end of my leg
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of objects in your trousers.
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Where is Dr Johnson's manuscript?
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- On the what?
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the stony mantlepiece.
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- Yup.
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England's foremost man of letters?
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"burn any old rubbish."
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226. Yes, fine.
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bit difficult for me
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if we've burnt it?
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excuse me a moment.
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I'm as happy as a Frenchman
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self-removing trousers.
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me in the vestibule?
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go to Mrs Miggins',
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out where Dr Johnson
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that dictionary,
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you are going to steal it.
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- Yes, you.
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- Because you burnt it, Baldrick.
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240. But then I'll go to Hell
forever for stealing.
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eternity in the company of Beelzebub
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instruments of death
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minutes with me and this pencil...
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Now come on.
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245. O, love lorn ecstasy that is,
Mrs Miggins,
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cup of the browned juicings
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call "coffee" ere I die.
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with you, Mr Shelley.
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Coffee, woman!
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evermore acute,
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are wearing off.
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252. Oh, Mr Byron, don't be
such a big girl's blouse.
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253. - Don't forget the pencil, Baldrick.
- Oh, I certainly won't, sir.
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Mrs Miggins.
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with brown grit in it,
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shop has started selling coffee.
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257. Be quiet, sir.
Can't you see we're dying?
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poets, Mr Blackadder.
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just being intellectual.
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intellectual
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big shirt, trying to get laid.
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262. Why are they here
of all places?
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263. We are here to pay homage
to the good Dr Johnson.
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264. - As, sir, should you.
- Well, absolutely. I intend to.
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a copy of his dictionary on you,
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revising before he gets here?
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267. Friends, I have returned.
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is an utter fool,
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with cretinous servants.
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271. - Good afternoon, sir.
- And you are the worst of them, sir.
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my dictionary and my patronage?
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to really get to grips with it.
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if a lowly servant such as I
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to glance at a copy.
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- No, sir.
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fitting wheels to a tomato,
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completely unnecessary.
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282. But what if the book got lost?
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the book, sir.
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284. And if any other man should,
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bare hands and feed it to the cat!
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287. And I, Lord Byron,
would summon up fifty of my men,
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and do bloody murder on him.
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criminal was hanging by his hair,
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cutlass thrust up his ignoble behind.
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to all this, Baldrick.
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replace the dictionary.
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immediately for Nepal,
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to live as a goat.
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295. Why?
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have me brutally murdered, sir.
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298. Good God, Blackadder,
that's terrible!
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the people discover
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Dr Johnsons's dictionary,
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"Look! There's thick George.
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a weasel's wedding tackle."
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304. Well, in that case,
something must be done!
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305. I have a cunning plan, sir.
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306. Hurrah!
Well, that's that, then.
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that Baldrick's plan
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thing we've heard...
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at the Battle of the Nile:
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is a virgin.
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off my arm if I'm wrong."
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313. Great!
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315. It's brilliant.
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that's still not completely burnt—
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and you shove the pages in again.
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- Well, not the same ones, of course.
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the flaw in this plan, but do go on.
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- Well, this is the brilliant bit.
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rewrite the dictionary?
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Dr Johnson ten years.
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and without a shadow of doubt,
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in the history of the universe.
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328. On the other hand,
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cutlasses being sharpened,
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so if you will excuse me, gentlemen.
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lend a hand, Blackadder.
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334. - But if I can help, I will.
- It's very kind of you both.
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might be as useful
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steps of the guillotine.
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337. Oh, come on, Blackadder,
give us a try!
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beginning, shall we?
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How would you define "A"?
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I love this, quizzes...
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- "A"...
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- What?
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mean anything, does it?
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doesn't really mean anything."
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buzzing thing, innit?
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that starts with "Ab".
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Honey starts with a bee.
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know, Blackadder.
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and a flower, too.
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isn't getting anywhere.
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left out "aardvark".
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give it a try.
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358. No, Your Highness,
it was a brave start.
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proceed on my own.
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360. Baldrick, go to the kitchen and make
me something quick and simple to eat.
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something in between.
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had the other day?
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- Not all that well, sir.
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with protruding nasal implement."
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like a bee to me.
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368. It's an aardvark!
It's a bloody aardvark!
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369. Oh dear, still on "aardvark",
are we?
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370. Yes, I'm afraid we are.
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371. And if I ever meet an
aardvark,
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372. I'm going to step on its damn
protruding nasal implement
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373. until it couldn't suck up an insect
if its life depended on it.
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374. Got a bit stuck, have you?
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375. I'm sorry, sir.
It's five hours later,
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376. and I've got every word
in the English language,
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377. except "a" and "aardvark",
still to do.
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378. And I'm not very happy with my
definition of either of them.
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379. Well, don't panic, Blackadder,
because I have some rather good news.
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380. Oh? What?
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381. Well, we didn't take no for an answer,
and have been working all night.
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382. - I've done "B".
- Really? And how have you got on?
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383. Well, I had a bit of
trouble with "belching",
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384. but I think I got it
sorted out in the end.
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385. Oh no, there I go again!
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386. You've been working on that joke
for some time, haven't you, sir?
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387. Yes, I have.
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388. - Since you started...
- Basically.
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389. So, in fact, you haven't
done any work at all.
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390. Not as such, no.
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391. - Great. Baldrick, what have you done?
- I've done "C" and "D".
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392. Right, let's have it, then.
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393. "Big blue wobbly thing
that mermaids live in."
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394. What's that?
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395. "Sea".
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397. Still, my hopes weren't high.
Now, what about "D"?
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399. Yes, and your
definition of "dog" is?
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400. "Not a cat."
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401. Excellent. Excellent!
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402. - Your Highness, may I have a word?
- Certainly.
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always been my intention
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404. to stay with you until
you had a strapping son
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405. and I one likewise, to take over
the burdens of my duties.
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406. That's right, Blackadder,
and I thank you for it.
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407. I'm afraid that there's
been a change of plan.
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408. I am off to the kitchen to hack
my head off with a big knife.
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409. Oh, come on, Blackadder,
it's only a book.
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410. Let's just damn the fellow's eyes,
strip the britches from his backside
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411. and warm his heels to
Putney Bridge! Hurrah!
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412. Sir, you can't just lop someone's
head off and blame it on the Vikings.
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413. - Can't I, by God!
- No.
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414. Well, then let's
just get on with it!
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415. I mean, boil my brains,
it's only a dictionary.
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416. No one's asked us to eat ten
raw pigs for breakfast.
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417. We're British, aren't we?
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418. You're not, you're German.
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419. Get me some coffee, Baldrick.
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420. If I fall asleep before Monday,
we're doomed.
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421. - Mr Blackadder, time to wake up.
- What time is it?
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422. Monday morning.
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423. Monday morning? Oh my God!
I've overslept!
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424. Where's the quill?
Where's the parchment?
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425. I don't know. Maybe Dr Johnson's
got some with him.
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426. - What?
- He's outside.
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427. - Are you ill, sir?
- No, you can't have it.
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428. I know I said Monday,
but I want Baldrick to read it,
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429. which, unfortunately will
mean teaching him to read,
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430. which will take about ten years,
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431. but time well spent, I think,
because it's such a good dictionary.
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432. - I don't think so.
- Oh God! We've been burgled! What?
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433. I think it's an awful
dictionary,
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434. full of feeble definitions and
ridiculous verbiage.
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435. I've come to ask you to chuck
the damn thing in the fire.
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436. Are you sure?
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437. I've never been more sure
of anything in my life.
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438. I love you, Dr Johnson,
and I want to have your babies.
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439. Excuse me, Dr Johnson, but my
Auntie Marjorie has just arrived.
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440. Baldrick, who gave you permission
to turn into an Alsatian?
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441. Oh God, it's a dream, isn't it?
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442. It's a bloody dream!
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443. Dr Johnson doesn't want us
to burn his dictionary at all.
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444. Mr Blackadder, time to wake up.
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445. - What time is it?
- Monday morning.
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446. Monday morning? Oh my God!
I've overslept!
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447. Where's the quill?
Where's the parchment?
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448. I don't know. Maybe Dr Johnson's
got some with him.
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449. - What?
- He's outside.
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450. Now, hang on.
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451. If we go on like this, you're going
to turn into an Alsatian again.
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452. Oh, my God! Quick, Baldrick,
we've got to escape.
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453. Bring out the
dictionary at once.
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454. Bring it out, sir, or,
in my passion,
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455. I shall kill everyone by
giving them syphilis!
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456. Bring it out, sir, and also any opium
plants you may have around there.
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457. Bring it out, sir,
or we shall break down the door!
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458. Good morning. Dr
Johnson, Lord Byron...
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459. Where is my dictionary?
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460. And what dictionary
would this be?
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461. The one that has taken eighteen hours
of every day for the last ten years.
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462. My mother died—
I hardly noticed.
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and fried it in garlic,
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464. in the hope of attracting
my attention—
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up from my work.
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466. My wife brought armies
of lovers to the house,
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bring up a huge family of bastards.
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468. I cannot...
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469. Am I to presume that my
elaborate bluff has not worked?
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470. Right, well, the
truth is, Doctor—
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don't overreact—
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472. the truth is: we burnt it.
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473. Then you die!
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474. Good morning, everyone.
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475. You know, this dictionary
really is a cracking good read.
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476. - It's an absolutely splendid job!
- My dictionary!
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477. But you said you burnt it.
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478. I think it's a splendid book,
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479. and I look forward to
patronising it enormously.
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480. Thank you, sir.
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481. I think I'm man enough to
sacrifice the pleasure of killing
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the general good humour.
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483. There's to be no murder
today, gentlemen.
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484. But prepare to Mrs Miggins'--
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485. I shall join you there later for
a roister you'll never forget.
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486. So, tell me, sir, what words
particularly interested you?
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487. Oh, nothing. Anything,
really, you know.
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488. I see you've underlined a few.
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489. Bloomers, bottom, burp,
fart, fiddle, fornicate...
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490. Sir! I hope you're
not using the first English
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look up rude words.
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492. I wouldn't be too hopeful, that's what
all the other ones will be used for.
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493. - Sir, can I look up turnip?
- Turnip isn't a rude word, Baldrick.
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495. We have more important
business in hand.
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496. I refer, of course, to the works of
the mysterious Gertrude Perkins.
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497. Mysterious no more, sir.
It is time for the truth.
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498. I can at last reveal the identity
of the great Gertrude Perkins.
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499. - Sir, who is she?
- She, sir, is me, sir.
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500. - I am Gertrude Perkins.
- Good Lord!
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501. And I can prove it.
Bring out the manuscript,
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502. and I will show you
that my signature
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503. corresponds exactly
with that on the front.
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504. I must have left it
here with the dictionary.
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506. Baldrick, fetch my novel.
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508. Yes, the big papery thing
tied up with string.
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509. - Like the thing we burnt?
- Exactly like the thing we burnt.
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510. So you're asking for the big
papery thing tied up with string,
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511. exactly like the
thing we burnt.
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512. Exactly.
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513. We burnt it.
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514. So we did. Thank
you, Baldrick.
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515. Seven years of my
life up in smoke.
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516. - Would you excuse me a moment?
- By all means.
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517. Oh, God, no!
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518. Thank you, sir.
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519. Burnt, you say? That's
most inconvenient.
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520. A burnt novel is
like a burnt dog...
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522. Sir, I have a novel.
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523. "Once upon a time there was a lovely
little sausage called..." Sausage?
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524. Sausage? Oh, blast your eyes!
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525. I didn't think it was that bad.
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526. I think you'll find he left "sausage"
out of his dictionary.
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527. Oh, and "aardvark".
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528. Come on, Blackadder,
it's not all that bad—
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529. nothing a nice roaring
fire can't solve.
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530. - Baldrick, do the honours, will you?
- Certainly, Your Majesty.
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