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• Why on earth would an anarchist possibly want to kill you?
  I think it might have been _you_ he was after, sir....
• Oh, come on Mr.B., it's not as if we're all going to get murdered or anything the minute you leave, is it?
  ...Hope springs eternal, Baldrick. -- Baldrick 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?...
• Last year, when Brutus was about to kill Julius Caesar, the Prince yelled out, 'Look behind you, Mr.
  Caesar'. -- Edmund, Sense and Senility...
• 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...
• 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....
• Homer: This is my quest. I'm like that guy. That Spanish guy.
  You know, he fought the windmill... Marge: Don Quixote?...
• Homer: Look, I know I'm not witty like that critic guy, but does he know _all_ the words to the Oscar Mayer song?
  Jay: [walking past, singing] Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Mayer weiner, [Bart and Lisa join in] That is what I'd truly like to be....
• They do say, Mrs M., that verbal insults hurt more than physical pain.
  They are of course wrong, as you will soon discover....