I mean, look at this! What is it? / I'm surprised you've forgotten, my lord. / I haven't forgotten, it's a rhetorical question. / No, it's a potato.
Lord Blackadder
Oh, damn, the path of my life is strewn with cowpats from the Devil's own satanic herd!
Lord Blackadder
Baldrick, you wouldn't see a subtle plan if it painted itself purple and danced naked on top of a harpsichord.
Lord Blackadder
You've really worked out your banter, haven't you? / No, not really. This is a different thing; it's spontaneous and it's called wit.
Lord Blackadder
Sorry I'm late! / Oh, don't bother apologising. I'm sorry you're alive.
Lord Blackadder
The eyes are open, the mouth moves, but Mr. Brain has long since departed.
Lord Blackadder
To you, Baldrick, the Renaissance was just something that happened to other people, wasn't it?
Lord Blackadder