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Post by mortontheblade on Apr 10, 2006 20:44:02 GMT -1
Blackadder: If we lose, I'll be chopped into pieces. My arm'll end up in Essex, my torso in Norfolk and my genitalia stuck up a tree somewhere in Rutland.
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Post by mortontheblade on Apr 10, 2006 20:44:36 GMT -1
Queenie: I may have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a concrete elephant.
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Post by mortontheblade on Apr 10, 2006 20:47:01 GMT -1
Melchett: I'll just have to sit this one out on the touchline with the half-time oranges and the fat wheezy boys with a note from matron, while you young bloods link arms for the glorious final scrum down.
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Post by mortontheblade on Apr 10, 2006 20:48:04 GMT -1
The King: If you cross me, now or ever, I shall do unto you what God did unto the Sodomites, understand?
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Post by mortontheblade on Apr 10, 2006 20:51:55 GMT -1
Blackadder: This place stinks like a pair of armoured trousers after the Hundred Years War. Baldrick, have you been eating dung again?
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Post by mortontheblade on Apr 10, 2006 20:54:57 GMT -1
Percy: Only this morning in the courtyard I saw a horse with two heads and two bodies. Blackadder: Two horses standing next to each other?
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Post by mortontheblade on Apr 10, 2006 20:58:29 GMT -1
Blackadder: Let all men who go to don armour tomorrow remember to go before they don armour tomorrow.
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