1. Blackadder, Blackadder.
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2. In the reign of good Queen Vic,
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3. there stood, in Dumpling Lane
in Old London Town,
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4. the moustache shop
of one Ebenezer Blackadder,
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5. the kindest and loveliest
man in all England.
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6. He's kind and
generous to the sick.
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7. He'd never spread
a nasty rumour.
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8. He never gets on people's wick.
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9. And doesn 't laugh at toilet humour.
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10. Blackadder, Blackadder.
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11. He's sickeningly good.
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12. Blackadder, Blackadder.
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13. As nice as Christmas pud.
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14. Humbug! Humbug!
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15. - Humbug, Mr Baldrick?
- Oh, thank you very much.
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16. I 've got all the presents.
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17. And I 've nearly finished
the Christmas cards.
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18. Splendid, let me see.
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19. "A very messy Christmas." Sorry,
Mr Baldrick, shouldn't that be "merry"?
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20. "A merry messy Christmas"?
All right, but it must be "messy."
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21. Messy cake, soggy pudding,
big wet kisses under the mistletoe.
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22. Yes... I fear, Mr Baldrick,
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23. the only way you'd get a big wet kiss
at Christmas,
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24. or any other time,
is to make a pass at a water closet.
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25. Be that as it may... "A
merry messy Christmas."
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26. "Christmas" has an "H" in it, Mr Baldrick.
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27. And an "R".
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28. Also an "I" and an "S", also a "T",
an "M", an "A" and another "S".
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29. And you've missed out the "C".
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30. Congratulations, Mr Baldrick, a triumph.
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31. You're the first to spell Christmas
without getting a single letter right
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32. I was a bit rushed. I've been helping out
with the workhouse nativity play.
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33. - How did it go?
- Not very well.
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34. At the last moment, the
baby playing Jesus died.
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35. Oh, dear, this high
infant mortality rate's a real devil
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36. when it comes to staging
quality children's theatre.
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37. - What did you do?
- Got another Jesus.
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38. Thank goodness. His name?
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39. Spot.
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40. There weren't any more children,
so we had to settle for a dog
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41. I'm not convinced that Christianity
would've established
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42. its firm grip over the hearts of mankind
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43. if all Jesus ever said was "Woof!!"'
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44. It went all right till the
shepherds came on.
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45. We weren't able to get real sheep,
so we stuck some wool
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46. on some other dogs.
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47. Yeah, and the moment Jesus
got a whiff of 'em, he's away.
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48. While the angel's singing
"Peace on Earth, goodwill to mankind",
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49. Jesus scampers across and tries
to get a sheep to give him a piggyback.
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50. Scarcely appropriate behaviour
for the son of God, Mr Baldrick.
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51. - Weren't the children upset?
- No, they loved it.
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52. Oh, the playful young scamps, eh?
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53. Still what a lovely thought it is,
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54. at this moment, all over the country,
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55. from highest to lowest,
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56. through those charming plump folk
somewhere in the middle,
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57. everyone is enjoying Christmas.
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58. - What are you doing, Albert?
- Nothing.
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59. Oh, yes, you are,
you naughty German sausage!
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60. Tell me what you're doing - Nothing!
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61. When you're busy ruling India,
you don't tell me what you're doing.
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62. Why should I tell you when I am busy
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63. wrapping this cushion
for your surprise Christmas present?
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64. Dem! Now I have only
two surprise presents for you.
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65. Oh, dear Alby, don't worry, I don't mind
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66. I do. I love surprises
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67. Christmas without surprises
is like the nuts without the nutcracker.
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68. Which is why I have brought you
this surprise nutcracker.
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69. Dem! Dem!
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70. Darling Bobo, don't worry
Besides, haven't you forgotten something?
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71. - What?
- Our traditional Christmas adventure.
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72. Yes, of course, the traditional
Christmas adventure! Huzzah!
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73. What traditional Christmas adventure?
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74. You silly soldier!
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75. When we disguise ourselves as common folk
and go amongst the people
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76. to reward the virtuous and the good.
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77. Yes, of course, Dummkopf,
how could I forget!
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78. Das ist nicht ausgezeichnet!
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79. It is precisely for such an outing
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80. that I have bought you
my final surprise present,
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81. this muff, which I'm going
to give you tomorrow.
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82. Dem! Dem! Dem!
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83. Excellent! What a splendid spread!
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84. Nuts, turkey and presents.
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85. What more could one desire at Christmas?
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86. Well a tree.
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87. Of course, I quite forgot
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88. I dropped in on Mr Thicktwistle's
Garden Emporium
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89. and, I think you'll
agree, got quite a bargain
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90. on this special Christmas twig.
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91. - It's a bit of a tiddler, ain't it?
- Yes, but size isn't important.
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92. It's not what you've
got, it's where you stick it.
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93. Besides, we've got a whole year's
profits to spend on fun and larks.
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94. - How much is it?
- ? 17 and a penny.
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95. It'd be lots more if you didn't
give so much to the poor.
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96. Yes, but in the feeling good
ledger of life, we are rich indeed
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97. I wish we weren't doing so well
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98. in the
short-of-pressies-gullible-prat ledger.
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99. Well bless my ten toes,
who could that be on this cold night?
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100. Ah, Mrs Scratchit, greetings
on this merry Yuletide Eve.
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101. Oh, Mr Blackadder!
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102. How can I be merry when we're so poor
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103. we'll have nothing to eat on Christmas Day,
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104. except what Grandfather can scrape
from under his big toenails?
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105. No goose for Tiny Tom this year!
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106. Mrs Scratchit, Tiny Tom is 15 stone
and built like a brick privy.
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107. If he eats any more heartily,
he will turn into a pie shop.
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108. Dear me! There must be something we can do.
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109. Ah, that box of matches
in your basket is just the thing I need.
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110. - How much?
- A quid a match.
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111. Mrs Scratchit, I suspect
that to be a lie of sorts.
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112. Oh, but it's Christmas
Eve, so, here, take? 10.
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113. So you don't want all the matches, then?
There's 17 of 'em.
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114. You have the body of a weak woman,
but the mind of a criminal genius.
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115. Here, ?17 pounds, then - Lovely!
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116. And my best wishes to
your massive offspring!
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117. So we had? 17 and a penny,
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118. and we give Mrs Scratchit?
17, so that leaves.
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119. Yes, come on, Mr Baldrick,
?17 and a penny, minus? 17 leaves
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120. ?38, eight shillings and fourpence.
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121. Not bad, Mr Baldrick. The answer is,
in fact, a splendid shining penny.
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122. Merry Christmas Eve,
Mr Slackbladder... I mean, Blackadder.
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123. And to you, young urchin.
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124. A penny for Christmas
cheer, sucker... I mean, sir.
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125. Erm, well.
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126. Certainly, here.
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127. Going to buy some cake
for your silver-haired mother?
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128. Nah, sod that! I'm off to the gin shop.
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129. They grow up so fast these days, bless 'em.
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130. Oh, well another year without profit.
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131. Still it is Christmas.
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132. And let us remember, Mr Baldrick,
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133. that be we as stony
as a biblical execution,
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134. it's still the season of good cheer
and we have our Christmas treats.
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135. Nuts, turkey and presents.
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136. And my goddaughter, Millicent.
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137. Secure the ornaments and let her in.
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138. So we put all our
presents under our little tree.
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139. A scarf for me, a pair of gloves
for Mr Baldrick and a hat for Millicent.
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140. Ah, Millicent, to what do I owe
this excellent pleasure?
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141. I just thought I'd pop round,
you know, on the off chance
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142. Christmas is a time traditionally
connected with presents.
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143. It is indeed. And look, a lovely hat
for my dear goddaughter.
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144. Oh, thanks. And look! A scarf
and a pair of gloves to match!
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145. That's not bad, I suppose.
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146. Jolly good - Sorry I can't stop
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147. I thought I might come back
tomorrow at lunch time.
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148. Splendid idea!
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149. It'll just be little me and
my teensy boyfriend,
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150. so cook two extra turkeys.
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151. Thanks for all the pressies.
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152. Why don't you take the flippin' tree??!
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153. Oh, you are sweet!
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154. Bye!
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155. Bye. My, what a jolly young girl!
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156. Pity she nicked all the presents.
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157. Well I thought we'd be quite spoilt enough
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158. with the turkey
and this mountain of nuts we have.
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159. Well peel my tangerines, this is a night!
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160. - Back!
- Ah, Beadle.
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161. Charmed, honoured
and lovelied in every possible way.
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162. Get back!
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163. Felicitous compliments
of the gorging season to you, sir.
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164. Peace on Earth and fat tums to all men!
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165. Indeed, indeed! And what
of your little orphan charges?
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166. Well I don't think I
charges 'em enough, in fact.
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167. Luckily you're here to cover up
the shortfall Mr Blackadder.
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168. They're looking forward to coming tomorrow,
bringing you a surprise.
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169. Surely not another totally
unexpected rendition of.
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170. "God Rest Ye Merry Mr Blackadder"?
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171. Can't say, sir. All I can say
is it's Christmas as usual,
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172. except sadly we've managed to polish off
all our nuts before the big day.
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173. What luck! As fate would have it,
we have some. Help yourselves.
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174. No, sir. I couldn't take them.
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175. - Is this all is it?
- Yes.
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176. It'll have to do, then See you tomorrow.
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177. Well what a jolly fellow!
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178. Looked like a fat git to me.
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179. Well yes, but you mustn't judge
people from outward appearances.
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180. Strip away the outer layers of a fat git,
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181. and inside you'll probably find a
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182. thin git.
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183. Those orphans were a bit fat, too.
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184. There's some truth there.
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185. When I visit them I
remove all sharp objects
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186. for fear of bursting one of them
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187. and getting showered
in two dozen semi-digested pies.
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188. But as long as they're happy.
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189. At least we've still got our turkey.
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190. And who knows, Christmas
is a time for miracles,
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191. so maybe, if we close our eyes really tight
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192. and pray to the big pink pixie in the sky,
someone will come and reward us.
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193. Come on - Dear, innocent Mr Baldrick.
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194. - See!
- Well baste my steaming puddings!
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195. Good evening, sir and madam.
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196. Good evening. We've come
to reward the virtuous this Christmas Eve.
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197. Good heavens!
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198. We have heard many stories
of your kindness and generosity.
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199. Well one tries.
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200. - So please...
- Yes?
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201. Give us? 10 for the virtuous lady next door.
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202. Ah, well we'd love to oblige,
but we haven't got anything to give.
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203. You must have something. A goose?
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204. Oh, Albert!
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205. We've only got a turkey, see.
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206. That's ideal.
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207. - Aw...
- There's a bit of luck!
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208. Mr Baldrick, fetch the turkey.
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209. Your accent suggests
that you are not from round here.
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210. Ah... Nein
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211. I am from Glasgow.
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212. Ah, a fine city. I love the Gorbals.
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213. Yes, the Gorbals, I love them, too
A lovely couple, lots of fun.
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214. Bye-bye, birdy.
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215. - Well done indeed. Good evening.
- Good evening.
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216. If I see Mr and Mrs Gorbal,
I give them your regards.
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217. Oh, dear, Mr Baldrick, it looks
like we're in for a thin Christmas.
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218. Don't worry, I'm hanging my sock up
so Santa will come down the chimney.
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219. If there's one thing that'll stop
Santa coming down the chimney,
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220. it's your sock waiting for him.
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221. If I don't hang it out, how will Santa fill it?
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222. If you do hang it out,
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223. Santa will be dead
before he gets within 100 yards of it.
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224. - Don't you have any others?
- One.
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225. Don't worry, my dear fellow,
take one of mine from the linen cupboard
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226. I'm off to bed. There's
nothing else to stay up for.
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227. Goodnight, Mr Baldrick - Night.
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228. Ooh, I forgot to mention,
when you were out there,
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229. there was this enormous ghostly
creature come in saying,
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230. "Beware, for tonight you shall receive
a strange and terrible visitation."
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231. I just thought I'd mention it.
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232. It come through the wall
said its piece, then sodded off.
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233. - Oh, fine. Goodnight, Mr Baldrick.
- Night night.
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234. Advertise your product or brand here
contact www.OpenSubtitles.org today.
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235. Whoo-oo. Whoo-oo.
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236. Whoo-oo. Whoo-oo. Whoo-oo.
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237. Whoo-oo. Whoop!
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238. - Can I help?
- No, thanks. No. No, no.
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239. Just came to say hello
Spirit of Christmas, how d'you do?
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240. Just doing my usual
rounds, a bit of haunting,
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241. getting misers to change their ways.
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242. But you're such a good chap,
there's no need for any of that.
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243. So I'll just say cheery-bye. Cheery-bye.
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244. Can I get you some tea or anything?
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245. You wouldn't have anything
a bit more... medicinal?
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246. I see. I've only got some
of Nurse Macready's surgical bruise lotion.
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247. Oh, nothing but the best at this house, eh?
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248. Huh. Mmm.
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249. Delicious.
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250. It's a change from these skinflints.
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251. You know that old fellow
across the road? Bags of money.
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252. He tried to cut his heating bills
by using his John Thomas
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253. as a draught excluder.
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254. Oh, dear, old people today!
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255. Tut!
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256. How do you make them change their ways?
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257. It's visions these days.
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258. We used to use line drawings,
but the visions are more effective.
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259. - What sort of thing?
- It depends.
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260. Perhaps a glimpse of their school behaviour
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261. behind the penny-farthing sheds.
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262. Some others, we just show them
how rotten their ancestors were.
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263. With your ancestors, it would have to be
the full one-hour-ten vision,
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264. with a break and ice creams.
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265. - That bad, were they?
- Did nobody tell you?
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266. Stinkers to a man
Perhaps you'd like to see.
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267. Whoo-oo. Whoo-oo.
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268. Go on, my lord. Give it a little pull
You know you want to.
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269. It'll be ever so exciting - Oh, God!
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270. Yes, terrifying.
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271. Look. There's a surprise
present for you inside.
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272. It's a novelty death warrant
and you give it to a friend.
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273. - Oh, just what I've always wanted.
- Got anything for me?
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274. It's nothing really - Oh, sir.
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275. No, it's really nothing. I
haven't got you anything
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276. I spent all my cash
on this damn thing for the Queen.
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277. She better bloody like it
She dropped enough hints.
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278. That woman's about as subtle
as a rhinoceros horn up the backside.
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279. Door!
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280. Good morning, Your Majesty
Christmas again, eh? What joy!
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281. - Don't you just love it?
- No, I hate it.
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282. In fact, I've just abolished it - Sorry?
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283. I'm going to block up the chimneys,
burn all the crackers
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284. and kill anyone carrying a present.
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285. Oh!
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286. - What's that, Edmund?
- This?
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287. It's a window - A window.
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288. Yes, but you seem to have one here,
so sorry to disturb you.
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289. Ohh.
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290. Well so much for that.
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291. Ow!
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292. Ah, Melchett.
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293. Greetings! I trust Christmas
brings you its traditional mix
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294. of good food and violent stomach cramp.
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295. And compliments
of the season to you, Blackadder.
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296. May the Yuletide log burn your house down.
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297. I'm glad I saw you. I
feel it only fair to warn you
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298. that the Queen has banned Christmas.
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299. So don't get her a present
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300. I'm indebted to you for that advice
and I shall follow it to the letter.
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301. The day I get my brain
replaced by a cauliflower.
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302. - Ha! Got him with my subtle plan.
- I can't see any subtle plan.
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303. You wouldn't see a subtle plan
if it painted itself purple
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304. and danced naked on a harpsichord
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305. singing "Subtle Plans Are Here Again."
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306. It's a double bluff.
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307. Melchett will do the
opposite of what I tell him,
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308. give the Queen an enormous
present, and then... Qchk!
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309. What? He'll turn into a duck?
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310. Yes.
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311. Pity about this, Tinky Wink
You used to love this time of year.
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312. I know.
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313. Leaving a mince pie and a glass of wine out
for Father Christmas
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314. and then scoffing it
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315. because I was a princess
and could do what I bloody well liked.
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316. And wondering if your father's wife
would last till Boxing Day
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317. without having her head cut off.
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318. We knew if he gave her a hat
she'd probably be all right.
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319. - Happy days!
- Yes. Maybe I was a little rash.
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320. Ah, boys, welcome back!
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321. But, Melchett, what have
you got under your coat?
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322. Is it a present?
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323. A present, Majesty? But of course!
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324. You're so painfully transparent, Blackadder.
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325. Am I?
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326. That's fab! I love presents.
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327. For a moment, I took against Christmas,
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328. but now I'm dippy about it again.
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329. In fact, I'd like to marry you.
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330. If you weren't as
unattractive as a giant slug.
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331. Oh, pish, Majesty!
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332. Anyway, to reward you,
I'm going to give you lots of presents.
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333. Fancy a castle?
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334. - Windsor, Majesty?
- Title?
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335. - Duke of Kent?
- Anything else?
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336. A devilish saucy wife would be fun.
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337. Lady Jane Pottle - Oh, yummy!
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338. I think she's Blackadder's girl,
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339. but that doesn't matter, does it, Blacky?
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340. No, of course not, ma'am.
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341. And would Lord Melchett like
to whip me naked through Aberdeen?
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342. We needn't go that far - Oh, too kind.
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343. No, Aylesbury's quite far enough.
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344. Super. Well done, Melchy.
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345. Now, Blackadder, what have you got me?
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346. - Erm...
- I want a pressie!
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347. Give me something nice and shiny.
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348. If you don't, I've got something
nice and shiny for you: An axe!
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349. - Erm, well..
- Right, that's it!
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350. Any last requests before I chop
your block off for the Chrimble tree?
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351. Erm, well there is one, actually, ma'am.
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352. You know how I've always been
a great admirer of you both
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353. I was wondering if I could
have your autographs
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354. to keep me company
during the final tragic, lonely hours.
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355. Oh, all right - Thank you, ma'am.
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356. And Lord Melchett. Just there. Thank you.
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357. - Oh, dear me!
- What is it?
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358. Why, this piece of paper
that Your Majesty has just signed
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359. turns out to be some sort of death warrant.
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360. Oops!
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361. And I can't retract it without destroying
the whole basis of the British Constitution
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362. I fear not.
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363. - Is there a name on it?
- Yes, actually, it says "Lord".
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364. Oh, I can't read this
terrible childish writing.
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365. "Lord Melchett." Lord Melchett, that's it.
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366. Ma'am, it's a trick! You've been tricked.
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367. Oh, good!
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368. Christmas is a time for tricks
and japes and larks of all kinds.
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369. Tell you what, that's so brilliant
I'll execute Melchett instead.
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370. You're very kind, ma'am.
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371. I suppose that means that everything
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372. I suppose it does.
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373. Merry Christmas, ma'am.
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374. Good Lord!
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375. Horrible, eh? What a pig!
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376. Yes, but clearly quite
a clever, charming pig.
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377. But no, as you say, his
behaviour, disgraceful.
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378. You're a great improvement on them all
You're a good boy.
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379. Them? Are there more?
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380. Oh, yes. Have a shufty at this.
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382. I'm sick of the Prince Regent
getting all the presents.
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383. So here's the plan:
we play our traditional game of charades,
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and asks for a story,
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385. you stick the dress and the hat on
and knock on the door.
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386. - Got it?
- Got it.
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387. You certainly will get
it if you mess this up.
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389. Christmas sherry and charades
with honest, manly fellows.
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390. What can I do with a girl
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391. I cannot conceive, sir.
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392. There's that, of course. Now, who's first?
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393. I'd ask Horatio, but he's out of it.
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395. It is indeed - Excellent. I love charades.
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397. A book - Well done.
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398. Didn't think you'd get it that quickly.
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399. Yes, I must say that was damn clever.
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400. Another great Christmas tradition.
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401. Explaining the rules eight times
to the Thicky Twins.
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402. The round hasn't started yet
It must be a specific book.
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403. For the Bible, I'd do that
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404. - Two what?
- Two syllables.
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think so, not in the Bible
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but that was a sensible animal.
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ants and two silly bulls.
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- What?
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411. No, let's not. I think the whole game's
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412. How about a Christmas story?
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I'll get rid of the servant, shall I?
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long roasting chestnuts
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of Baldrick's trousers.
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416. Don't forget the dress
and the hat, Baldrick.
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417. - Shall I begin the Christmas story?
- Absolutely.
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about the chap born on Christmas Day
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420. then comes a cropper with some rum coves
on a hill in Johnny Arab land.
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421. - You mean, Jesus?
- Yes, that's the bloke.
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423. Instead, I shall tell you a story.
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424. Ah! Oh, my God, I've gone blind! Blind!
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425. That's better.
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426. As I was saying, this is a story
about a handsome young prince.
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427. This is more like it. What?
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428. Good-looking, lovely hair perched on his head
like an exceptionally attractive loaf of bread?
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429. - Exactly.
- I can imagine him. Excellent fellow.
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430. It's a tale about him and
a sad, lonely old granny
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431. who's dying of cold on
a cruel Christmas night.
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432. - Not a comedy, then?
- No, sir.
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433. When she thought
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435. mistaken for a huge dirty handkerchief
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436. then she knocked on the door
of a handsome young prince named George,
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collection of Christmas presents,
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438. and she lived happily ever after.
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439. Oh, by Satan's sausage,
Bladder, what a fine tale!
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441. Oh, good.
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442. I wonder who that could be.
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443. On a cold, dark, cruel
Christmas night, tricky one.
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444. Could be a robin.
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445. Why, rather coincidentally, it is a
sad, lonely old granny dying of cold.
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446. Shall I fling her out saying
there's no room in our Christmas
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447. for a sad, virtuous, silver-haired
old elderly angel like her?
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448. No, Blackadder, you swine, bring her in!
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449. - The trolley's a nice touch.
- Take all you want.
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450. You've found Georgy-Porgy,
a handsome prince.
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451. Thank you, sir.
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doesn't steal the silver?
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453. - No, no. Tell her to take it.
- You're very generous, sir.
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454. Excellent, excellent, Baldrick, a triumph.
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455. Baldrick? Baldrick!
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456. Sorry, Mr B. I was just showing
a sweet old granny to the door.
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457. - Are we ready yet, sir?
- What?
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458. I answered the door and it was
this sweet granny collecting for charity.
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459. So I let her in - Ahh.
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460. Something wrong, Mr B?
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461. No. I shouldn't have trusted a man
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462. with the mental agility
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463. Sorry, Mr B - It's all right.
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464. It's not your fault.
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465. Still I fear for a frail, elderly woman.
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466. Iaden with valuables, travelling
the inadequately-lit London streets.
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467. - Yes, she's not safe, sir.
- Well not from me, certainly.
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468. - Very amusing!
- In what way?
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469. The wigs. Very amusing wigs
But his behaviour, as you say, disgraceful.
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470. But... But he actually got the presents.
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471. Y... Y... Yes.
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472. So there is something
to be made out of being bad.
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473. Technically, yes. But
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474. It's the soul, the soul.
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475. As a matter of interest, what would
happen in the future if I was bad?
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476. Erm... Is that the time? I must be off
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477. I'd love to see Christmas Future.
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478. No, no, no, it's terribly melodramatic.
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479. Look, just show it, please.
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480. All right. Whoo-oo.
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481. Hail, Queen Asphyxia,
Supreme Mistress of the Universe.
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482. And hail to you, my triple husbandoid
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483. I summon you here to groupgreet
our swift Imperial Navies home.
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484. Approach, Grand Admiral of the Dark Segment
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485. and Lord of the High-slung Bottoms of Zob.
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486. Morning.
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487. To you, Blackadder, Thrice-endowed
Supreme Donkey of the Trouserpod,
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488. this much greeting.
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489. I, too, Bold Navigator,
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490. cringe my dribblies
at your resplendent pofflesnood.
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491. That won't be necessary, thank you.
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492. Approach, your slave, Baldrick.
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493. For God's sake, if you're going
to wear that ridiculous jockstrap,
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494. at least keep your legs together
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495. Wilco, skipper.
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496. Majesties, I give you this much greeting.
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497. - What news of the foul Marmidons?
- Scattered to the Nine Vectors.
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498. And the Sheepsqueezers of Splatikon Five?
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499. Have they been suckcreamed
as a quanbeast's nubole?
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500. They're dead, if that's what you mean.
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501. Commander, did you vanquish
the Nibblepibblies?
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502. No, my Lord Pigmot, I did not
vanquish the Nibblepibblies,
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503. because you just made them up.
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504. Damn it!
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505. Excellent, Commander.
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506. You have most pleasantly
wibbled my frussetpouch.
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507. Bring forth the gift with
which you honour me.
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508. Majesties, from a place
where the stars begin and end,
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509. I bring you this.
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510. Oh, lovely, an ashtray.
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511. Come, Majesty, he wastes our time
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512. I yearn to attend "20,000 years
of the Two Ronnoids" on the box podule.
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513. - Send him to the sprouting chamber!
- No, wait!
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514. - What is it, Commander?
- I'll show you, shall I?
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515. Now, Your Majesty, I
must respectfully insist
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516. that you hand over to me
the Supreme Command of the Universe,
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517. sew a button on my spare uniform,
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518. I thought you'd never ask.
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519. Ha, ha. So let's get this straight.
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520. If I was bad, my descendants
would rule the entire universe.
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521. Maybe, maybe. But would you be happy?
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522. Being Ruler of the Universe isn't so great.
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523. The long hours, having to wave at people,
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524. you're no longer your own boss.
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525. So what if I stayed good?
What then does the future hold?
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526. I must put my foot down here
I've got four hauntings
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527. and a scare-the-bugger-to-death to do.
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528. Whoo-oo - No, no.
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529. Hail, Queen Asphyxia,
Supreme Mistress of the Universe.
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530. And hail to you, my triple husbandoid
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531. I summon you here to groupgreet
our swift Imperial Navies home.
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532. Approach, Grand Admiral of the Dark Segment
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533. and Lord of the High-slung Bottoms of Zob.
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534. Hail - And your slave.
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535. - What's his name?
- I can't remember, Your Majesty.
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536. No matter, Supreme Marshal of the Smells,
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537. what news of the foul Marmidons?
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538. - Good news...
- Excellent!
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539. For the Marmidons.
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540. They wiped out our entire army.
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541. Sorry, I got confused
and dropped a bomb on our lot.
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542. Silence, squidling.
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543. Bring forth the gift with
which you honour me.
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544. Oh, damn! I forgot the bloody present.
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545. So one way, it's glory everlasting,
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546. the other, it's wearing
Baldrick's posing pouch.
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547. Simplistic, but it points to a clear lesson.
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548. - Namely?
- Namely
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549. the rewards of virtue are largely
spiritual, but all the better for it.
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550. Doesn't it point to the clear lesson
that bad guys have all the fun?
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551. Absolutely not. The rewards of virtue
are infinitely more attractive.
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552. Picture it.
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553. Quiet evenings in your hovel, alone.
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554. A Bible. Your own turnip!
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555. Oh, well that makes all the difference!
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556. - So you're going to be a good boy?
- Absolutely.
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557. Would I lie to you?
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558. Whoo-oo, whoo-oo.
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559. Whoo-oo, whoo-oo.
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560. Mr Blackadder.
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561. Looks like Father Christmas
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562. Dear me, but don't be too unhappy,
because if you look very carefully,
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563. there's something in this stocking from me.
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564. It's something I made for you.
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565. That's the kind of pressie
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566. What is it, Mr B?
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567. I've made you... a fist.
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568. Yes, it's for hitting.
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569. What's wonderful about it
is that you can use it again
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570. and again
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571. and again.
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572. - Well what do you say?
- Thank you, Mr B.
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573. Think nothing of it
I, after all think nothing of you.
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574. Oi! Git face! Penny for the season?
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575. Hark, do I hear the voice
of a darling little cherub at the window.
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576. No, I must have imagined it.
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577. Shall I get that?
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578. No, leave them in the
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579. I'll only be about 40 minutes.
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580. Door.
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581. Compliments of the season, sir.
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582. We've come to sing merrily and
give you a small pudding. Three, four.
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583. God bless Mr B at Christmas time
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584. If we were little pigs we'd sing
Piggy Wiggy Wiggy Wiggy Woo.
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585. Piggy Wiggy Wiggy Wiggy Wiggy
Wiggy Wiggy Wiggy Wiggy Wiggy Woo.
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586. Oh, Piggy Wiggy Wiggy Woo
Piggy Wiggy Woo.
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587. Oh, Piggy Wiggy Wiggy
Wiggy Wiggy Wiggy Woo.
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588. Utter crap - Thank you very much, sir.
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589. - Do we get a Christmas treat?
- Indeed you do.
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590. - What?
- A door in the face.
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591. Here you are.
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592. Mr B, you can't send them out
into the world with only a small pudding.
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593. How right you are, Baldrick. Door.
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594. Thank you.
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595. - You know what I'm hoping?
- What?
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596. I'm hoping that this is all
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597. and you're going to go
"Yo ho ho" and give me a mince pie.
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598. Close your eyes, Baldrick. Open your mouth.
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599. Yo, ho, ho.
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600. Cooee - Ah.
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601. My dear Millicent, come for her dinner.
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602. And she seems to have brought
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603. Who, my dear, is the
huge halibut in the trousers?
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604. I think it's me.
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605. - This is Ralph, he's my fianc?
- We're in love.
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606. Oh, dear.
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607. Ill-conceived love, I should warn you,
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608. One massively disappointing bang
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610. Oh, Mr Blackadder, what's happened?
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emptier than a hermit's address book.
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617. As for you, can you keep my goddaughter
in the manner to which she is accustomed?
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620. Congratulations. Good day.
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621. Out!
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had been rogered by an omnibus.
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624. I'm going to have a party,
and no one's invited but me.
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625. - Cooee!
- No peace for the wicked.
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627. Or had found me a little fowl
for Tiny Tom's Christmas
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628. I have always found you foul,
Mrs Scratchit, and more than a little.
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muscular backside.
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632. Occasionally saying, "Phew, my leg hurts"
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634. However, if you want
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635. It's a pound a lump and, as luck
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636. Thank you - What about my Tiny Tom?
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637. If I was you I'd scoop him out
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638. Mr B, where's the milk of human kindness?
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639. It's gone off, Baldrick. It stinks.
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640. Whoever that is, slam
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642. Hello, small dwarf fellow.
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643. Is this the house of
the great philanthropist
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645. - Well Mr Blackadder lives here.
- Ah, das ist gut.
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650. Dem, I'm so stupid! Dem!
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651. - What would no longer be a secret?
- We are Queen Victoria.
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653. My dear little hobgoblin,
here is our Royal Seal.
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654. We have come
to present your master with? 50,000
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655. and the title of Baron Blackadder
for being the kindest man in England.
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656. Lumme, Your Majesty.
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657. Baldrick, what did I tell you I'd do if you
didn't slam the door on these scrounging loafers?
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659. I'm not at home to guests.
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660. I flatter myself we are
rather special guests, sir.
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662. One rarely receives a Christmas visit
from two such distinguished guests.
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663. Ah, so you recognise us at last.
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664. Yes, unless I'm mistaken, you're the winner
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665. of the Round Britain Shortest,
Fattest, Dumpiest Woman Competition.
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666. And to be accompanied
by the winner of this year's.
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is really quite overwhelming
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668. - I cannot believe...
- Cork it, fatso.
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671. women and children are
to be seen and not heard.
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672. Queen Piglet Features!
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673. Yes! Empress Oink, as lads call her.
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674. The only person in the kingdom
who looks dafter than her
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675. is that stupid frankfurter of a husband.
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676. The Pig and the Prig we call them.
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677. How they ever managed to produce
their 112 children is beyond me.
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679. must be copiously supplied with blindfolds.
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680. Sir, we've never been
so insulted in our lives!
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681. Well all I can say is,
you've been damned lucky.
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682. Ah, Baldrick, this is excellent, excellent.
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683. All the riff-raff and
the spongers dealt with
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684. and gargantuan quantities
of tuck to be gobbled.
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685. Here, have a wishbone. What do you wish?
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687. Those last two were particularly satisfying.
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688. It felt like having a go
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689. It was the real Queen and Prince Albert.
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690. Don't be ludicrous, Baldrick
What would the Queen be doing here?
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691. She come to visit you to reward you
for being the nicest man in England
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692. by giving you? 50,000
and the title of Baron Blackadder.
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693. It couldn't have been the Queen
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695. - What? Like this one?
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