[
Blackadder is informed that a German spy is stealing battle plans]
General Melchett:
You look surprised, Blackadder.
Captain Blackadder:
I certainly am, sir. I didn't realise we had any battle plans.
General Melchett:
Well, of course we have! How else do you think the battles are directed?
Captain Blackadder:
Our battles are directed, sir?
General Melchett:
Well, of course they are, Blackadder, directed according to the Grand Plan.
Captain Blackadder:
Would that be the plan to continue with total slaughter until everyone's dead except Field Marshal Haig, Lady Haig and their tortoise, Alan?
General Melchett:
Great Scott! Even you know it!
Captain Blackadder:
[
sees Darling in the hospital] Darling, what are you doing here?
Captain Darling:
Bullet in the foot.
Captain Blackadder:
I can understand people at the front lines shooting themselves but you're 30 miles behind the trenches.
Captain Darling:
I didn't do it, the general did it.
Captain Blackadder:
Got tired of you already has he?
Captain Darling:
He wasn't aiming at my foot.
Captain Blackadder:
Oh so he was going for your head.
Captain Darling:
He wasn't aiming at anything.
Captain Blackadder:
So he was aiming for between your legs.
[
Blackadder is interrogating Captain Darling who is suspected of being a German spy]
Captain Darling:
I'm as British as Queen Victoria!
Captain Blackadder:
So your father's German, you're half German, and you married a German!
[
Blackadder thinks Nurse Mary is a German spy]
Captain Blackadder:
And then the final, irrefutable proof. Remember, you mentioned a clever boyfriend...
Nurse Mary:
Yes.
Captain Blackadder:
I then leapt on the opportunity to test you. I asked if he'd been to one of the great universities, Oxford, Cambridge, or Hull.
Nurse Mary:
Well?
Captain Blackadder:
You failed to spot that only two of those are great Universities.
Nurse Mary:
Swine!
General Melchett:
That's right! Oxford's a complete dump!
Lieutenant George:
Smithy, you haven't seen any suspicious characters hanging around have you, who might be German spies?
Brigadier Smith:
Nein.
Lieutenant George:
Nine! Well, the cap's got his work cut out, then.
Captain Blackadder:
So in the name of security, sir, everyone who enters the room has to have his bottom fondled by this drooling pervert?
Captain Darling:
I'm only doing my job, Blackadder.
Captain Blackadder:
Well, how lucky you are then that your job is also your hobby.
[
after his interrogation]
Captain Darling:
You'll regret this Blackadder. You'd better find the real spy or I'll make it very hard for you.
Captain Blackadder:
Please, Darling. There are ladies present.
Nurse Mary:
When this war is over, do you think we might get to know each other a little better?
Captain Blackadder:
Yes, why not? When this madness has finished, perhaps we could go cycling together. Take a trip down to the old Swan at Henley and go for a walk in the woods.
Nurse Mary:
Yes. Or we could just do it right now on the desk.
Captain Blackadder:
Yeah, OK.
General Melchett:
Is this true, Blackadder? Did Captain Darling pooh-pooh you?
Captain Blackadder:
Well, perhaps a little.
General Melchett:
Well, then, damn it all! What more evidence do you need? The pooh-poohing alone is a court martial offense!
Captain Blackadder:
I can assure you, sir, that the pooh-poohing was purely circumstantial.
General Melchett:
Well, I hope so, Blackadder. You know, if there's one thing I've learnt from being in the Army, it's never ignore a pooh-pooh. I knew a Major, who got pooh-poohed, made the mistake of ignoring the pooh-pooh. He pooh-poohed it! Fatal error! 'Cos it turned out all along that the soldier who pooh-poohed him had been pooh-poohing a lot of other officers who pooh-poohed their pooh-poohs. In the end, we had to disband the regiment. Morale totally destroyed... by pooh-pooh!
General Melchett:
Something's the matter. Something sinister and something grotesque. And what's worse is that it's going on right here under my very nose.
Captain Blackadder:
[
protesting] Sir, your moustache is lovely...
Nurse Mary:
[
in bed together, Nurse Mary is asking Blackadder whether he has a girl back home in England] And no casual girlfriends?
Captain Blackadder:
Skirt? Ha! If only. When I joined up we were still fighting colonial wars. If you saw someone in a skirt you shot him and nicked his country.
Captain Blackadder:
Can anyone tell me what's going on?
Captain Darling:
Security, Blackadder.
Captain Blackadder:
Security?
General Melchett:
Security isn't a dirty word, Blackadder. Crevice is a dirty word, but security isn't.
Captain Blackadder:
I spy with my bored little eye something beginning with "T".
Private Baldrick:
Breakfast.
Captain Blackadder:
What?
Private Baldrick:
My breakfast always begins with tea. Then I have a little sausage, then a egg with some little soldiers.
Captain Blackadder:
Baldrick, when I said it begins with "T", I was talking about a letter.
Private Baldrick:
Nah - it never begins with a letter. The postman don't come till 10.30.
Captain Blackadder:
I can't go on with this. George, take over.
Lieutenant George:
All right, sir. Umm... I spy with my little eye something beginning with "R"
Private Baldrick:
Army.
Captain Blackadder:
For God's sake, Baldrick. Army starts with an "A". He's looking for something that starts with an "R". Rrrrrrr.
Private Baldrick:
Motorbike
Captain Blackadder:
What?
Private Baldrick:
Well, a motorbike starts with an rrrrm rrrrm rrrrm.
Captain Blackadder:
Right, right, right. My turn again. What begins with "Come here" and ends in "Ow"?
Private Baldrick:
I don't know.
Captain Blackadder:
Come here.
Private Baldrick:
[
Blackadder punches Baldrick in the face] Ow!
Captain Darling:
So you see, Blackadder, Field Marshall Haig is most anxious to eliminate all these German spies.
General Melchett:
Filthy hun weasels, fighting their dirty underhand war!
Captain Darling:
And fortunately, one of our spies...
General Melchett:
Splendid fellows, brave heroes risking life and limb for Blighty!
General Melchett:
[
on catching the spy] Yes, three weeks to smoke the bugger out. Use any method you see fit. Personally, I'd recommend you get a hold of a cocker spaniel, tie your suspect down on a chair with a potty on his head, then pop his todger between two floury buns and shout "Dinner time, Fido!"
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