1. Father, I must speak. I can be silent no longer.
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2. All day long you mutter to yourself,
gibber, dribble, moan
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3. and bat your head against the wall,
yelling: "I want to die!"
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4. Now you may say
I'm leaping to conclusions, but...
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5. ..you're not completely happy, are you?
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6. - It's mother, isn't it?
- No, it's not.
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7. You're brooding over her death.
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8. Kate, for the final time, your mother is
not dead. She's run off with Uncle Henry.
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9. Dear Father, I know you only
say such things to comfort me.
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10. Your mother is alive and well
and living in Droitwich.
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11. It is not her I brood over.
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12. I'm sad because, my darling, our poverty
has now reached such extremes
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13. that I can no longer afford to keep us.
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14. I must look to my own dear tiny darling
to sustain me in my frail dotage.
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15. - But Father, surely...
- Yes, Kate.
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16. I want you to become a prostitute.
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17. - Father!
- Do you defy me?
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18. But indeed, I do. For it's better to die
poor than to live in shame and ignominy.
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19. - No, it isn't.
- I'm young and strong and clever.
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20. My nose is pretty.
I shall find another way to earn us a living.
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21. Oh, please, go on the game.
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22. It is a steady job and you'd
be working from home.
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23. Goodbye, Father.
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24. I shall go to London, disguise myself
as a boy and seek my fortune!
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25. Why go all the way to London when you
can make a fortune lying on your back?
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26. - Very good shot, my Lord.
- Thank you, Baldrick.
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27. - Sorry I'm late.
- I'm sorry you're alive.
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28. Good, I see the target is ready.
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29. I'd like to see the Spaniard
who could make his way past me.
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30. Go to Spain. There are millions of them.
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31. I'll advise them to stay there then.
Keep their hands off our women.
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32. - Who is she this time?
- I don't know what you mean.
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33. - And who is Jane?
- I'm sworn to secrecy.
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34. Torture me, kill me, you shall never know.
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35. Jane Herrington.
We're very much in love, my Lord.
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36. - This is the Jane Herrington?
- Yes.
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37. Jane "burry me in a Y-shaped coffin"
Herrington?
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38. I think maybe there are two Jane Herringtons.
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39. - No... Tall, blonde, elegant?
- That's right.
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40. Goes like a privy door
when the plague is in town?
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41. Get on with your shot. You'll get over her.
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42. I did.
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43. So did Baldrick actually.
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44. Damn!
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45. She's got this thing about beards.
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46. Well, in that case I'm going to shave!
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47. Bad luck, Balders.
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48. Not to worry, my Lord, the arrow
didn't in fact enter my body.
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49. No, by a thousand to one chance
my willy got in the way.
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50. - Extraordinary.
- I only just put it there.
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51. But now, I will leave it there forever.
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52. Is that so, Baldrick? It can be your lucky willy.
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53. Yes, my Lord. Years from now
I'll show it to my grandchildren.
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54. I think that grandchildren
may now be out of the question.
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55. Poor old pea-brain. Ha! Never catch me
falling in love, that's for damned sure.
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56. (KNOCKING ON THE DOOR)
Come in.
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57. Good day to you, Lord Blackadder!
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58. Good day to you...
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59. ..boy?! What brings you here?
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60. I'm an honest hard-working lad,
but poor, and I must support my father
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61. who is stark raving mad. Therefore, I come
to London to seek a servant's wage.
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62. Unfortunately I already have a servant.
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63. The word is that your servant
is the worst servant in London.
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64. That's true. Baldrick, you're fired.
Be out of the house in ten minutes.
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65. Young man, you've got yourself a job.
What do they call you?
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66. - Kate.
- Isn't that a bit of a girl's name?
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67. Oh... it's... short for...
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68. ..Bob.
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69. - Bob?!
- Yes.
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70. Well, Bob, welcome on board.
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71. Sorry, Baldrick, any reason you're still here?
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72. I've got nowhere to go, my Lord.
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73. Surely you'll be allowed to starve to death
in one of the royal parks.
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74. I've been in your service
since I was two and a half.
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75. That's why I'm so utterly sick
of the sight of you.
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76. Couldn't I just stay here and do the
same job but for no wages?
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77. - You know where you'll have to live.
- In the gutter.
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78. And you'll have to work a bit harder too.
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79. Go and get Bob's stuff in
and chuck your filthy muck out.
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80. God bless you, sweet master.
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81. Bob, this is Percy, a dimwit
I don't seem to be able to shake off.
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82. Hello there, Bob, you young roister-doister, you.
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83. You look a likely sort of lad for tricks
and sports and jolly, rosy, cheap capering.
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84. Of course you do, and more besides,
I warrant thee, young scamp.
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85. Thank you so much
for letting me stay, Lord Blackadder.
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86. I'm looking forward to having you...
Having another man about the house
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87. instead of that animal Baldrick.
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88. Excuse me, I must go to the lavatory.
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89. How little he knows and how much
I would have him know.
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90. I say, Bob, I think this calls for a celebration.
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91. How about a game of cup and ball and
a slap-up tea at Mrs Miggins pie shop?
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92. Get lost, creep!
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93. I like you, young Bob. You've got balls.
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94. Nice try, Melchie, but it's no use. I'm still bored.
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95. Your royal father used to be very amused
by my impersonation of Columbus.
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96. Doesn't surprise me. He used to laugh at...
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97. Those people
with the funny faces and the bells... ?
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98. - Jesters, Ma'am?
- No.
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99. Lepers.
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100. Where is Edmund these days?
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101. The whisper on the underground grapevine is
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102. that Lord Blackadder is spending
all his time with a young boy in his service.
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103. Do you think he'd spend more time with me
if I was a boy?
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104. You almost were a boy, my little cherry-pip.
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105. Out you popped and everyone's shouting:
"It's a boy, it's a boy!"
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106. And somebody said:
"But it hasn't got a winkle!"
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107. And I said: "God be praised,
it's a miracle. A boy without a winkle!"
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108. And then Sir Thomas More pointed out
that a boy without a winkle is a girl.
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109. Everyone was really disappointed.
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110. He was a very perceptive man Sir Thomas More.
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111. What has happened to Edmund?
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112. There's something odd about someone
who spends all their time with a servant.
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113. Well, Bob.
We're a couple of fine lads, aren't we?
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114. Let's get ratted and talk about girls, eh?
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115. Yes, we could sing some really dirty songs and...
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116. Oh God, I find you curiously
pleasant company, young Bob.
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117. I'm honoured and for my part want nothing
more than to be with you, old man.
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118. Well, there's nothing more healthy and
normal than having a good chum.
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119. - What think you, my Lord, of love?
- You mean rumpy pumpy?
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120. What would you say, my Lord,
if I were to say: "I love you."
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121. Um, well of course it depends entirely
on whom you said it to.
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122. If you said it to a horse
I would presume you were sick.
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123. If you said it to Baldrick
I would presume you were blind.
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124. - If you said it to me, well...
- Yes, my Lord?
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125. Well, I'd assume we were having
a big lad's joke about back-tickle,
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126. as the way we healthy fellows often do,
and I'd grab you for a friendly wrestle
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127. and then we'd probably slap each
other's sides like jolly good chums
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128. and laugh at what it would be like
if we really did... fancy each other.
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129. In that case, my Lord... I love you!
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130. Don't worry, Bob, he used to try to kill me too.
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131. Baldrick, mighty glad to see you.
What do you want?
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132. I was wondering if I might sleep
on the roof. The town bailiff says
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133. if I lie in the gutter I'll be flushed into
the Thames with the other turds.
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134. Yes, certainly Baldrick. Help yourself.
I was just off to bed anyway.
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135. Good night, Baldrick.
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136. Good night, Bob.
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137. Good night, my Lord.
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138. Yes. Oh God...
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139. - What seems to be the trouble?
- It's my man servant.
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140. I see. Well, don't be embarrassed.
If you've got the pox
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141. just pop your man servant on the table
and we'll take a look at him.
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142. No, I mean, it's my real man servant.
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143. - And what's wrong with him?
- Nothing, that's the problem. He's perfect.
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144. And last night I almost kissed him.
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145. I see. So you've started
fancying boys then, have you?
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146. - Not boys. A boy.
- Well, let's not split hairs.
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147. It's all rather disgusting
and naturally you're worried.
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148. It isn't every day a man wakes up
to discover he's a screaming bender
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149. with no more right to live on God's clean
earth than a weasel. Ashamed of yourself?
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150. - Not really, no.
- Bloody hell. I would be.
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151. But why should I complain? Just leaves
more rampant totty for us real men.
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152. Am I paying for this personal abuse
or is it extra?
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153. All part of the service.
I think you're in luck though.
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154. An extraordinary new cure has just been
developed for this kind of sordid problem.
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155. - Has it got anything to do with leeches?
- I had no idea you were a medical man.
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156. You try to cure everything with leeches.
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157. A leech on my ear for earache,
a leech on my bottom for constipation.
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158. - They're marvellous, aren't they?
- Not the bottom one. I squashed it.
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159. The leech comes to us on the highest authority.
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160. - I know. Dr Hoffmann of Stuttgart.
- That's right, the great Hoffmann.
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161. Owner of the largest leech farm in Europe.
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162. Well, I cannot spend all day gossiping.
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163. As far as this case is concerned
I have now had time to think it over
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164. and I can strongly recommend
a course of leeches.
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165. Yes, pop a couple down my codpiece
before I go to bed.
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166. No, don't be ridiculous. This isn't the Dark Ages.
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167. Just pop four in your mouth in the morning
and let them dissolve slowly.
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168. In a couple of weeks you 'll be beating your
servant with a stick like the rest of us.
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169. - You're just an old quack, aren't you?
- I'd rather be a quack, than a duckie.
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170. Anything to follow, my Lord? There's this
lovely fat spider I found in the bath.
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171. - I was saving it for myself...
- Shut up, Baldrick.
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172. I don't eat invertebrates for fun, you know.
This is doctor's orders.
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173. Oh, I don't hold with this new doctoring.
Any problems, I go to the wise woman.
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174. I am long past on trusting myself
to some deranged druid
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175. who gives her professional address as
1 Dunghill Mansions, Putney.
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176. - Tell me, young crone, is this Putney?
- That it be, that it be.
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177. "Yes it is". Not "that it be".
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178. You don't have to talk
in that stupid voice to me. I'm not a tourist.
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179. - I seek information about a wise woman.
- The wise woman. The wise woman.
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180. Yes, the wise woman.
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181. Two things, my Lord,
must thee know of the wise woman.
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182. First, she is...
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183. ..a woman!
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184. And second, she is...
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185. ..wise?
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186. - You do know her, then?
- No, just a wild stab in the dark.
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187. Which is incidentally what you'll be getting
if you don't start being a bit more helpful.
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188. - Do you know where she lives?
- Of course.
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189. - Where?
- Here. Do you have an appointment?
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190. No.
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191. Well, you can go in anyway.
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192. Thank you. Here's a purse of moneys
which I'm not going to give to you.
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193. - Hail Edmund, Lord of Adders Black.
- Hello.
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194. Step no nearer, for already
I see thy bloody purpose.
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195. Thou plot is, Blackadder, thou wouldst be king
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196. and drown Middlesex in a butt of wine.
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197. (LAUGHS DEMONICALLY)
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198. No, it's far worse than that.
I'm in love with my man servant.
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199. - Oh well, I'd sleep with him if I were you.
- What?
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200. When I fancy people, I sleep with them.
I have to drug them first of course.
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201. Being so old and warty.
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202. But what about my position, my social life?
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203. Three other paths are open to you.
Three cunning plans to cure thy ailment.
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204. - Oh good.
- The first is simple.
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205. - Kill Bob!
- Never.
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206. Then try the second. Kill yourself!
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207. And the third?
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208. The third is to ensure that
no one else ever knows.
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209. - That sounds more like it. How?
- Kill everybody in the whole world.
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210. (LAUGHS DEMONICALLY)
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211. I've got something important to say to you
and I want you to listen very carefully.
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212. Look, Bob. I've decided that you
are to leave my service.
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213. Oh no, my Lord! My father will starve
and I'll have to become a male prostitute.
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214. - I thought we were friends.
- We are friends, Bob.
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215. Of course, of course, of course...
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216. In fact that's the reason
I want you to leave my service
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217. and become my live-in chum.
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218. Oh, my Lord!
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219. I want to make clear that I am in no way
interested in the contents of your tights.
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220. You might be, my Lord,
if you knew what I kept in them.
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221. I've learned of myself what a gentleman
keeps in his tights, thank you.
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222. - But my Lord, I have a great secret.
- What?
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223. Prepare to be amazed.
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224. You haven't got one of these birthmarks
shaped like a banana, have you?
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225. - No.
- Or a tattoo saying "Get it here"?
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226. - No.
- Oh God.
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227. You've got one of those belly buttons
that sticks outward.
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228. - No, my Lord.
- What can it possbly be?
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229. Aah... Good Lord!
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230. What was that Bob's stuff about?
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231. You would have just used me
like you have so many women before.
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232. - Would I?
- Yes.
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233. Now you had a chance to love me
for what I really am.
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234. Yes, that's true
and now I want to marry you, Bob.
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235. - Kate.
- Then come, kiss me, Kate!
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236. I bring grave intelligence of your former
favourite Lord Blackadder.
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237. He wishes to marry a girl called Bob.
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238. That's a very odd name for a girl, isn't it?
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239. Girls are normally called Elizabeth or Mary.
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240. - And Donald...
- Mouth is open Nursie, should be shut.
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241. I had three sisters called Donald, Eric and Basil.
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242. - Then why is your name Nursie?
- That ain't my real name.
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243. - What is your real name then?
- Bernard.
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244. Suits you, actually.
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245. - Hello, stranger.
- I seek your permission to wed.
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246. So I hear. Melchie, what do you think of all this?
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247. I'm astonished that Blackadder has eyes
for any other woman than yourself.
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248. Good point. Though slightly grovely.
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249. When I fell in love I didn't know she was
a woman. I thought she was a boy.
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250. That makes it perfectly acceptable.
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251. - Oh all right, go on and marry her.
- Thank you, Ma'am.
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252. Just tell me one thing.
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253. Is her nose as pretty as mine?
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254. Oh, no, no, no, Ma'am.
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255. Oh good, because otherwise
I would have cut it off.
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256. And to marry someone without a nose
wouldn't be very nice, would it?
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257. No, Ma'am.
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258. Imagine the mess when she's got a cold! Yuck!
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259. Well quite, Ma'am.
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260. All right, off you go then.
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261. Everyone seems to get married except me.
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262. - And me, Ma'am.
- Oh shut up, Bernard.
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263. You'll make a lovely bridesmaid, Baldrick.
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264. Pity me that I have no girl chums. We
were so poor we couldn't afford friends.
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265. It's in keeping with our courtship
that your maid of honour should be a man.
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266. Thank you, my Lord.
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267. I use the word man
in as broad as possible a sense.
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268. We all know God made man in his own image.
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269. It would be a sad lookout for Christians
if God looked anything like you, Baldrick.
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270. Ignore old Mister Grumpy.
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271. There you are, Balders.
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272. You look as sweet as a little pie.
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273. Kate, he looks like what he is:
a dung ball in a dress.
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274. Edmund...
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275. Hello there...
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276. Edmund, you didn't tell me
we were expecting guests.
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277. And such a pretty one too.
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278. Oh God...
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279. Now you're a little cutie to be hiding
yourself away all these years.
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280. - Tell me, gorgeous, what's your name?
- He's called Baldrick.
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281. Baldrick. That's a pretty name.
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282. Edmund used to have a servant called Baldrick.
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283. But anyway, away with such small talk.
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284. - Lady... a kiss.
- What?
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285. And so modest too. Come on,
you little tease. You know you want to.
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286. - Give us a kiss.
- Alright, if you say so.
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287. What an original perfume.
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288. That is our Baldrick. He's wearing a dress.
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289. - Anyway, what do you want?
- Well, Edmund.
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290. There's been discussion on the subject
of who's going to be your best man.
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291. And I thought it might be the moment
to bring the subject to a conclusion.
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292. - Yes, Percy. I would like you...
- I'm so proud!
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293. Please, let me finish.
I would like you to take this letter to Dover
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294. where is recently docked the galleon
of my old school friend Lord Flashheart.
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295. - He shall be my best man.
- Lord Flashheart?
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296. The best sword, the best shot, the best sailor
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297. and the best kisser in the kingdom.
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298. - To Dover at once.
- Yes.
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299. Actually I was going to suggest
Lord Flashheart as the best man myself.
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300. Were you?
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301. (CRIES LOUDLY)
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302. (WEDDING BELLS)
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303. Edmund, I cannot believe it's really happening.
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304. - It is, my sweet.
- I want you to meet my father.
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305. Oh fine.
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306. Excuse me, could you move along, please.
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307. I'm waiting for my father-in-law.
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308. Last thing I want is some old beggar
blocking the door, smelling of cabbage.
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309. I am your father-in-law.
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310. Oh no... All right, how much
do you want to clear off?
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311. Edmund, how could you?
He's my father, my only living relative.
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312. - Ten pounds should do the trick.
- Father!
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313. Edmund, you mustn't!
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314. I'll get Baldrick to beat him up after
the ceremony. We'll get the money back.
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315. Edmund, could we get on, do you think?
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316. I want to get to the reception so I can get
squiffy and seduce someone.
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317. Unfortunately, my best man has not arrived.
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318. - Get another one.
- There's no one else I can really think of.
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319. - Sorry, Percy?
- Nothing, my Lord, just clearing my throat.
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320. Don't. I don't want you coughing
all the way through the ceremony.
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321. Come on, Edmund. You must be
able to think of another best man.
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322. - Well, I suppose I could ask Percy.
- My lord!
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323. Can you think of another best man?
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324. Well, my Lord, one name does spring to mind.
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325. Yes, but I can't ask Baldrick. He's a bridesmaid.
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326. Besides, I need a friend, an equal,
an old and trusty companion.
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327. I think there is one person in the room
who fits the description.
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328. Of course...
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329. Nursie! How do you fancy putting on
a pair of hose and being my best man?
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330. Don't be so naughty. You know perfectly
well whom Percy is referring to.
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331. I'm sorry. Melchett!
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332. Ashamed as I am
and contradiction in terms though it is...
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333. - Percy, you can be the best man.
- Oh, my Lord!
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334. Noble cause, what an honour.
I brought along a ring, just...
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335. I really did think old Flash
would have turned up.
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336. - It's me!
- Flash!
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337. Flash by name, Flash by nature.
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338. - Hurrah!
- Hurrah!
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339. - Where have you been?
- Where haven't I been!
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340. I'm here now.
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341. - Who is that?
- I don't know, but he's in your place.
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342. Not for long. Hold that.
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343. Thanks, bridesmaid, like the beard.
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344. Gives me something to hang on to.
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345. So me old mate Eddie is getting hitched, hey?
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346. What's the matter?
Can't stand the pace of the in-crowd?
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347. Hey, Queenie. You look sexy.
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348. Listen, wear your hair long. I prefer it that way.
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349. I've got such a crush on him.
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350. And Melchie!
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351. Still worshipping God?
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352. Last thing I heard he started worshipping me !
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353. Nursie, I like it firm and fruity.
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354. Am I pleased to see you
or did I just put a canoe in my pocket?
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355. Down boy, down!
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356. And now, where is this amazing bird?
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357. The one who stopped my old pal Eddie
doing exactly whatever he wants.
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358. Ah yes, Flash, let me
introduce my... fiancee Kate.
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359. She's got a tongue like an electric eel and
she likes the taste of a man's tonsils.
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360. You don't want to marry this jerk, baby.
Meet me on my horse in eight seconds.
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361. But I can't run in this frock. I've found
I actually prefer wearing boy's clothes.
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362. Weird. I always feel more comfy in a dress.
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363. I've got a plan and it's as hot as my pants.
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364. What a man Flash is, eh? Things will
liven around here, now he's back.
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365. Won't they, Flash?
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366. So long, suckers! Next time you get bored,
give me a call and I'll come and kill you.
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367. - Bye, Edmund, and thanks for everything!
- Hurrah!
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368. It is customary on these occasions
for the groom to marry the bridesmaid.
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369. I presume you intend to honour this.
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370. I do.
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371. # So Flashheart tweaked the Adder's beard,
From now he always shall be single
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372. # To fall in love with boys is weird,
Especially boys without a tingle
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373. # Blackadder, Blackadder
His taste is rather odd
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374. # Blackadder, Blackadder
A randy little sod
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375. # Lord Flashheart, Lord Flashheart
I wish you were the star
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376. # Lord Flashheart, Lord Flashheart,
You're sexier by far
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