Blackadder: Now Baldrick, go to the kitchen and make me something quick and simple to eat, would you? Two slices of bread with something in between.
Baldrick: Wot, like Gerald Lord Sandwich had the other day?
Blackadder: Yes! A few rounds of geralds.
Comte de Frou-Frou: Have no fear! The Scarlet Pimpernel will save us!
Blackadder: Ha! Some hope. The Pimpernel is the most overrated human being since Judas Iscariot won the A.D. 31 Best Disciple Competition.
[The actors have the Prince assume an awkward, legs-spread pose for his speech.]
Keanrick: Why, your very posture tells me, "Here is a man of true greatness."
Blackadder: Either that or, "Here are my genitals. Please kick them."
Flashheart: She's got a tongue like an electric eel and she likes the taste of a man's tonsils
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Nursie: Ointment. That's what you need when your head's been cut off. That's what I gave your sister Mary when they done her. 'There, there,' I said. 'You'll soon grow an new one.'
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Blackadder: I've no desire to hang around with a bunch of upper-class delinquents, do twenty minutes' work and then spend the rest of the day loafing about in Paris drinking gallons of champagne and having dozens of moist, pink, highly experienced French peasant girls galloping up and down my - hang on...
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Blackadder: Everything goes over your head, doesn't it, George? You should go to Jamaica and become a limbo dance
Blackadder: 'We've been sitting here since Christmas 1914, during which time millions of men have died, and we've moved no further than an asthmatic ant with heavy shopping.'
Blackadder: (Answering telephone in soggy trench) 'Hello! Sommes public baths, no running diving or piddling in the deep end'.
ANd there was another classic scene with Baldrick making a cup of tea ad-lib, because all provisions had run out. 'One lump or two?'
From the final episode where Blackadder is pretending to go mad...
George: The war started because of the vile Hun and his villainous empire-building.
Edmund: George, the British Empire at present covers a quarter of the globe, while the German Empire consists of a small sausage factory in Tanganyika. I hardly think that we can be entirely absolved of blame on the imperialistic front.
George: Oh, no, sir, absolutely not. (aside, to Baldick) Mad as a bicycle!