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• What think you, my lord, of...'love'? ...You mean rumpy-pumpy? -- Kate and Edmund : Bell
• Well, what can it possibly be? (Kate undoes her blouse and reveals all to Edmund) Aha.
  ..Good Lord. -- Edmund to Kate : Bell...
• There you are Ballders. You look as sweet as a little pie.
  He looks like what he is - a dungball in a dress. -- Kate and Edmund : Bell...
• What would you say, my lord, if I were to say...'I love you'?
  Umm...(strangled)..Well, it depends entirely on who you said it to....
• 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....
• Edmund and Kate wrestle each other to the floor. Their eyes meet searchingly.
  Edmund slowly bends to kiss her...the door opens, and Baldrick enters....
• I must look to my own dear tiny darling to sustain me in my frail dotage.
  But Father, surely... Yes, Kate. I want you to become a prostitute....
• Oh, so you _do_ know her then? ...No, just a wild stab in the dark, which is incidentally.
  ..what you'll be getting if you don't start being a bit more helpful....
• Unfortunately I already have a servant. The word is.
  ..that your servant is the worst servant in London....