Blackadder:
The path of my life is strewn with cowpats from the Devil's own satanic HERD.
Baldrick:
Have you got a plan, my lord?
Blackadder:
Yes I have, and it's so cunning you could brush your teeth with it.
Baldrick:
I've been in your service since I was two and a half, my lord.
Blackadder:
Well that is the why I am so utterly sick of the sight of you.
[
Percy and Queen Elizabeth are playing frisbee]
Lord Percy:
[
Catches the frisbee] Howzat.
Queen Elizabeth:
Percy, who's Queen?
Lord Percy:
[
Throws it away] Butterfingers.
Blackadder:
Shut up, Balders. You'd laugh at a Shakespeare comedy.
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