Dein Arm ist ab!
- Ach, das ist doch nur eine Fleischwunde!
Hey du, komm zurück. Wenn ich dich wiedersehe spiele mit deinem Fussball
Ich habe den Sachsen das Angeln beigebracht, seitdem heissen sie Angelsachsen
Ritter der Kokusnuss
I have a cunning plan
And as the good lord said : love thy neighbour as thyself, unless he's turkish, in which case kill the bastard.
So let me get this straight. You're saying that something which you have never seen is slightly less blue than something else which you have never seen?
Yes, Percy, I don't want to be pedantic or anything, but the colour of gold is gold. That's why it's CALLED gold. What you have discovered, if it has a name, is "green".
As cunning as a fox who's just been appointed Professor of Cunning at Oxford University?
I have a plan so cunning, if you'd put a tail on it, you could call it a weasel
OK, make a sentence out of the following words: face, sodding, your, shut.
Unless I think of something, tomorrow we go to meet our Maker: in my case God, in your case God knows.
She is famous for having the worst personality in Germany and, as you can imagine, that's up against some pretty stiff competition.
Yes, Baldrick. I am. And if you don't answer, then the booted bony thing with five toes at the end of my leg will soon connect sharply with soft, dangly collection of objects in your trousers. Now for the last time, Baldrick, where is Dr. Johnson's manuscript?
Blackadder: Oh don't you worry. When we're established on our plantation in Barbados I'll send for you. No more sad little London for you Balders. From now on you will stand out in life as an individual.
- I will?
Yes. All the other slaves will be black.
Actually, I think he's the most over-rated human being since Judas Iscariot won the AD31 Best Disciple Competition.
A man may fight for many things: his country, his principles, his friends, the glistening tear on the cheek of a golden child. But personally I'd mud-wrestle my own mother for a ton of cash, an amusing clock and a sack of French porn.
And which Pitt would this be? Pitt the Toddler? Pitt the Embryo? Pitt the glint the milkman's eye?
Baldrick, does it have to be this way? Our valued friendship ending with me cutting you into long strips and telling the Prince you walked over a very sharp cattle grid in an extremely heavy hat?
Leave me alone, Baldrick. If I wanted to talk to a vegetable, I would have bought one at the market.
Well don't. It's a ghastly place. Gangs of rough, tough, sinewy men roam the Valleys, terrorizing people with their close-harmony singing and you need half a pint of phlegm in your throat just to pronounce the place names. Never ask for directions in Wales, Baldrick. You'll be washing spit out of your hair for a fortnight.
Believe me, Baldrick, eternity in the company of Beelzebub, and all his hellish instruments of death, will be a picnic compared to five minutes with me... and this pencil.
Blackadder, you're disguised as a priest! How dangerously stupid and perverted. It's just like school!
Baldrick, your brain is like the four-headed, man-eating haddock fish-beast of Aberdeen. It doesn't exist.
Black Adder
