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• You look smart, Mr Blackadder. Going somewhere nice?
  No. I'm off to the theatre. What, don't you like it?...
• For as we all know, God made Man in his own image. It'd be a sad lookout for Christians throughout the globe if God looked anything like _you_, Baldrick.
  -- Edmund to Baldrick : Bell...
• I can't see the point in the theatre. All that sex and violence.
  I get enough of that at home. Apart from the sex, of course. -- Baldrick : Sense and Senility...
• Baldrick, I would like to say how much I will miss your honest and friendly companionship.
  Ah. Thankyou, Mr.B. But as we both know, it would be an utter lie....
• Get out, Blackadder, and stop corking our juices. Certainly, your Highness.
  I'll leave you to dribble in private. -- George and Edmund : Sense and Senility...
• Thank God you're here! We desperately need you! Who, me sir?
  Mr. Thicky Black Thicky Adder Thicky?...Mr Hopelessly Drivelly Can't Write For Toffee Crappy Butler Weed?...
• Hooray! It's the Scarlet Pimpernel! Yes, Baldrick. And you killed him!
  Yes, Baldrick. -- Baldrick and Edmund : Nob and Nobility...
• Sir, please help me get his coat off. (feebly) Leave it, Baldrick.
  ..it doesn't matter. Yes, it does. Blood's hell to shift - I want to get it in soap....
• It is strangely in keeping with the manner of our courtship that the maid of honour should be a man.
  Oh! Thank you very much, my lord. ...And I use the word 'man' in its broadest possible sense....