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• They do say, Mrs M., that verbal insults hurt more than physical pain.
  They are of course wrong, as you will soon discover....
• Every year at the Guild of Butlers' Christmas Party, _I'm_ the one who has to wear the red nose and the pointy hat for winning the 'Who's got the Stupidest Master' competition.
  -- Edmund : Sense and Senility...
• Look! He's got a bomb! It's not a _bomb_, sir, it's a _sponge_.
  -- George and Edmund : Sense and Senility...
• Well done, Bladder. How can I ever thank you? Well, you can start by not calling me 'Bladder', sir.
  -- George and Edmund : Sense and Senility...
• I was hoping that you might play the title role, sir.
  What a roaringly good idea. What's the play called?...
• Till then, we've got bugger all to do except sit and wait.
  Oh, I dunno sir, we could have a jolly game of charades?...
• Mrs M., if we were the last three humans on Earth, I'd be trying to start a family with Baldrick.
  -- Edmund to Mrs Miggins : Amy and Amiability...
• George flouts a large cape and huge false moustache) Well, what do you think?
  ...Are you ill or something? -- George and 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...