Pitt the Younger:
I intend to put my own brother up as a candidate against you.
Blackadder:
And which Pitt would this be? Pitt the Toddler? Pitt the Embryo? Pitt the glint in the milkman's eye?
Blackadder:
[
Baldrick is applying for Parliament] Minimum bribe level?
Baldrick:
One turnip. Oh, wait - I don't want to price myself out of the market.
Vincent Hanna:
Master William Pitt, the Even Younger, are you disappointed?
Pitt the Even Younger:
Yes I'm horrified. I smeared my opponents, bribed the press to be on my side, and threatened to torture electorate if we lost. I fail to see what a more decent politician would have done.
Vincent Hanna:
Well can you at least tell me one thing. What does the 'S' in his name stand for?
Blackadder:
Sod off.
Vincent Hanna:
Well. I guess it's none of my business really.
Pitt the Younger:
Mr. Speaker, Members of the House, I shall be brief, as I have rather unfortunately become Prime Minister right in the middle of my exams.
Pitt the Younger:
I now call on the Leader of the Opposition to test me on my Latin vocab.
Blackadder:
If you want something done properly, kill Baldrick before you start.
Prince George:
You know, Blackadder, for me socks are like sex. Lots of it about and I never seem to get any.
Blackadder:
Right. Now all we have to do is fill in this MP application form. Name: Baldrick. First name...?
Baldrick:
Er, I'm not sure.
Blackadder:
Well, you must have some idea...
Baldrick:
Well, it might be Sod off.
Blackadder:
What?
Baldrick:
Well, when I used to play in the gutter, I used to say to the other snipes, "Hello, my name's Baldrick," and they'd say, "Yes, we know. Sod off, Baldrick."
Blackadder:
All right, right right right right, Mr. S. Baldrick. Now; distinguishing features... None.
Baldrick:
Well, I've got this big growth in the middle of my face.
Blackadder:
That's your nose, Baldrick. Now; any history of insanity in the family? Tell you what, I'll cross out the in. Any history of *sanity* in the family? None whatsoever. Now then; criminal record...
Baldrick:
Absolutely not.
Blackadder:
Oh, come on, Baldrick, you're going to be an MP, for God's sake! I'll just put fraud and sexual deviancy. Now; minimum bribe level...
Baldrick:
One turnip. Oh, hang on, I don't want to price myself out of the market.
Blackadder:
Baldrick, I've always been meaning to ask: Do you have any ambitions in life apart from the acquisition of turnips?
Baldrick:
Er, no.
Blackadder:
So what would you do if I gave you a thousand pounds?
Baldrick:
I'd get a little turnip of my own.
Blackadder:
So what would you do if I gave you a million pounds?
Baldrick:
Oh, that's different. I'd get a great big turnip in the country.
Blackadder:
[
someone knocks at the door] Oh God, I'll get that. Here
[
pushes paper to Baldrick]
Blackadder:
, sign here.
[
motions where with his hand; Baldrick marks an 'X' on Edmund's palm; Edmund presses his palm against the application]
Blackadder:
Dunny-on-the-Wold is a tuppenny- ha'penny place. Half an acre of sodden marshland in the Suffolk Fens with an empty town hall on it. Population: three rather mangy cows, a dachshund named Colin, and a small hen in its late forties.
Blackadder:
[
bashing Baldrick's head against the table] Give me the bloody money Baldrick, or you're dead.
Baldrick:
Give me the bloody money Baldrick, or you're dead my Lord.
Blackadder:
[
Whacks Baldrick's head against the table again] Just do it Baldrick, or I shall further enoble you by knighting you very clumsily with this meat cleaver.
Baldrick:
I haven't got it.
Blackadder:
What?
Baldrick:
I spent it.
Blackadder:
You spent it? What could you possibly spend £400 000 on?
[
Blackadder notices the massive turnip on the table]
Blackadder:
Oh, no... oh God, don't tell me.
Baldrick:
My dream turnip.
Blackadder:
Baldrick, how did you manage to find a turnip that cost £400 000?
Baldrick:
Well, I had to haggle.
[
Blackadder slams the turnip over Baldricks head]
Blackadder:
This is the worst moment of my entire life. I've spent my last penny on a cat-skin windcheater, I've just broken a priceless turnip...
[
there is a knock at the door followed by shouting]
Blackadder:
...and now I'm about to be viciously slaughtered by a naked Tunisian sock merchant. Well, all I can say, Baldrick, is that's the last time I dabble in politics
Blackadder:
[
plotting to gain Sir Talbot's support in Parliament] If we're going to get him to support us, he will need some sort of incentive.
Prince George:
Hmm, anything in mind?
Blackadder:
Well, you could appoint him a high court judge.
Prince George:
Is he qualified?
Blackadder:
He's a violent, bigoted, mindless old fool.
Prince George:
Sounds a bit over-qualified! Get him here at once!
Blackadder:
Certainly, sire. I will return before you can say 'antidisestablishmentarianism.'
Prince George:
Well, I wouldn't be too sure about that! Antidistibilitsmin... anti-misty-linstimbl...
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Two Days Later
Prince George:
Anti-distinctly-minty-muntanism... anti...
[
Blackadder enters]
Blackadder:
Sir Talbot Buxomly!
Blackadder:
[
Pitt the Younger enters] Oh, good, it's the Lord Privy Toast Rack.
Blackadder:
[
enters in a lords gown] My lord.
Prince George:
My Lords.
Blackadder:
Pardon, sir?
Prince George:
My Lords. There is more than one lord in the vicinity. Will you please welcome his Grace, the Lord Baldrick.
[
Baldrick enters in his lordly regalia]
Blackadder:
You made BALDRICK a Lord?
Prince George:
Well, yes. One who has recently done sterling service, matching the political machinations of the evil Pitt. Good old Lord Baldrick!
Baldrick:
It's all right Blackadder, you don't have to curtsey or anything.
Blackadder:
Sir, might I let loose a short violent exclamation?
Prince George:
Certainly.
Blackadder:
[
Blackadder moves discreetly sideways, then shouts] DAMN!
Prince George:
I say, that's a bit of a strange get up, isn't it Blackadder?
Blackadder:
No sir, I'm just off to a fancy dress party. I'm going as Lady Hamilton's pussy.
[
he walks towards the door, stops and turns]
Blackadder:
There is one little question, sir. About the £400 000 to influence the lords...
Prince George:
Ah, yes. I gave that to Lord Baldrick.
Blackadder:
[
Looking pleased] Ahh! Sir, might I be permitted to take Lord Baldrick downstairs to his some instruction in his lordly duties?
Prince George:
I think that's a splendid idea.
Blackadder:
[
to Baldrick] This way, my Lord.
[
Leaves with cloak raised, dracula-esque]
Prince George:
I say, Blackadder, are you sure this is the PM? Seems more like an oily tick to me. When I was at school, we used to line up four or five of his sort, make 'em bend over, and use 'em as a toast rack.
Pitt the Younger:
It doesn't surprise me, sir, I know your sort. Once, it was I who stood in the big, cold schoolroom, a hot crumpet burning my cheeks with shame. Since that day, I have been busy every hour God sent, working to become Prime Minister and fight sloth and privilege wherever I found it.
Blackadder:
[
Casually] I trust you weren't too busy to remove the crumpet.
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first lines]
Blackadder:
Oh, God, bills, bills, bills...! Honestly, Baldrick, sometimes I feel like a pelican. Whichever way I turn, I still have an enormous bill in front of me!
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