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Oh! Ohh! Blackadder! BLACK-AAAA-DER ! | 0:00:35 | 0:00:39 | |
-Your Highness? -Wh-what time is it? -3pm, Your Highness. | 0:00:39 | 0:00:44 | |
God, I thought I'd overslept. | 0:00:44 | 0:00:47 | |
-Did you have a pleasant evening? -No! An extraordinary thing happened. | 0:00:47 | 0:00:53 | |
I was in the Naughty Hellfire Club, and some fellow said that I had the wit of a donkey! | 0:00:53 | 0:01:01 | |
-An absurd suggestion. -Right! -Unless it was a particularly stupid donkey! | 0:01:01 | 0:01:08 | |
-If only I'D said that. -Too late one thinks of what one should have said. | 0:01:09 | 0:01:15 | |
Sir Thomas More, burned alive for refusing to recant his Catholicism, | 0:01:15 | 0:01:22 | |
and it never occured to him to say, | 0:01:22 | 0:01:25 | |
"I recant my Catholicism." | 0:01:25 | 0:01:28 | |
Prime Minister Pitt called me "an idle scrounger." | 0:01:28 | 0:01:33 | |
How clever it would have been to have said, | 0:01:33 | 0:01:37 | |
"Oh, bugger off, you old fart!" | 0:01:37 | 0:01:40 | |
I want people to say, "George is as clever as a stick in a bucket of pig swill." | 0:01:40 | 0:01:48 | |
-How do you suggest this miracle is achieved? -Easy! I shall become friends with a very clever man. | 0:01:48 | 0:01:56 | |
Samuel Johnson has asked me to be patron of his new book. I will accept. | 0:01:56 | 0:02:02 | |
The long-awaited "dictionary"? | 0:02:02 | 0:02:05 | |
I hope there are murders in it! | 0:02:05 | 0:02:08 | |
-It's a masterpiece. -It's the most pointless book since "How to Learn French" | 0:02:08 | 0:02:15 | |
was translated into French. | 0:02:15 | 0:02:18 | |
You haven't got anything personal against Johnson? | 0:02:18 | 0:02:23 | |
No. In fact, I'd never heard of him till you mentioned him. | 0:02:23 | 0:02:28 | |
-You DO think he's a genius? -No. | 0:02:28 | 0:02:31 | |
Unless the definition of genius in his ridiculous dictionary is "A fat wobblebottom, | 0:02:31 | 0:02:39 | |
"a pompous ass with sweaty dewflaps." | 0:02:39 | 0:02:43 | |
Close shave there, then. Lucky you warned me. | 0:02:43 | 0:02:48 | |
-I was about to embrace this unholy arse to the Royal bosom. -So, I've kept your bosom free of arses! | 0:02:48 | 0:02:55 | |
Don't want to waste time with wobblebottoms. | 0:02:55 | 0:03:00 | |
-Fetch tea. -Certainly. -TWO cups. Dr Johnson is coming round. | 0:03:00 | 0:03:05 | |
-Naaagh! -Something wrong, Mr B ? | 0:03:10 | 0:03:13 | |
Something's always wrong, Balders. | 0:03:13 | 0:03:16 | |
The fact that I'm not a millionaire with the sexual capacity of a rhino is a niggle! | 0:03:16 | 0:03:24 | |
But today, something's WRONGER. | 0:03:24 | 0:03:27 | |
-Dr Johnson is coming to tea. -He's the cleverest man in England. | 0:03:27 | 0:03:32 | |
I'd bump into cleverer people at the Meeting of Village Idiots. | 0:03:32 | 0:03:37 | |
But you sent him your navel. | 0:03:37 | 0:03:40 | |
NOVEL, Baldrick. I sent him my NOVEL. | 0:03:40 | 0:03:45 | |
Novel or navel, it sounds like a bag of grapefruits to me. | 0:03:45 | 0:03:51 | |
The phrase is "a case of sour grapes", and it IS. | 0:03:51 | 0:03:55 | |
He might have written back, but nothing! | 0:03:55 | 0:03:59 | |
-Not even "Dear Gertrude Perkins, get stuffed. Samuel Johnson." -Gertrude Perkins? | 0:03:59 | 0:04:06 | |
I gave myself a female pseudonym. Everybody's doing it. Mrs Radcliffe, Jane Austen... | 0:04:06 | 0:04:13 | |
-Jane Austen's a man? -Of course. A huge Yorkshireman with a beard like a rhododendron bush. | 0:04:13 | 0:04:20 | |
-A small one, then? -Compared to Dorothy Wordsworth's, certainly. | 0:04:20 | 0:04:25 | |
James Boswell is the only woman writing - that's just to get into Johnson's britches. | 0:04:25 | 0:04:31 | |
Perhaps your book isn't any good. | 0:04:31 | 0:04:33 | |
Codswallop! It's perfect! | 0:04:34 | 0:04:37 | |
"Edmund - a Butler's Tale." | 0:04:37 | 0:04:40 | |
A giant roller-coaster of a novel, in 400 sizzling chapters. | 0:04:40 | 0:04:45 | |
A searing indictment of domestic servitude, with some hot gypsies thrown in! | 0:04:45 | 0:04:52 | |
It's my magnum opus. Everybody has one novel in them. This is mine. | 0:04:52 | 0:04:57 | |
And THIS is MINE ! | 0:04:57 | 0:05:00 | |
My magnificent octopus. | 0:05:00 | 0:05:03 | |
-Your novel ? -Yeah. I can't stand long books. | 0:05:03 | 0:05:07 | |
"Once upon a time there was a little sausage called Baldrick and it lived happily ever after." | 0:05:07 | 0:05:16 | |
-It's semi-autobiographical. -It's awful. Dr Johnson will probably love it. | 0:05:16 | 0:05:23 | |
-BELL CLANGS -Speak of the Devil. | 0:05:23 | 0:05:27 | |
I'd better go and make the great Doctor comfortable. | 0:05:27 | 0:05:32 | |
Let's see how smart Dr Fatty Know-It-All really is! | 0:05:32 | 0:05:37 | |
-Prepare a fire. -What shall I use? | 0:05:37 | 0:05:40 | |
Any old rubbish. Here, try this for starters. | 0:05:40 | 0:05:44 | |
-KNOCK ON DOOR -Enter! | 0:05:46 | 0:05:49 | |
-Dr Johnson, Your Highness. -Dr Johnson! Damn cold day! | 0:05:49 | 0:05:54 | |
Indeed. But a fine one. I celebrated the encyclopaedic implementation | 0:05:54 | 0:05:59 | |
of my premeditated orchestration of demotic Anglo-Saxon. | 0:05:59 | 0:06:03 | |
Didn't catch that. | 0:06:05 | 0:06:07 | |
I am felicitous, since during the course of the penultimate solar sojourn, | 0:06:07 | 0:06:13 | |
I terminated my categorisation of the vocabulary of our post-Norman tongue. | 0:06:13 | 0:06:19 | |
Sounds damn saucy, lucky thing! | 0:06:22 | 0:06:25 | |
I know some liberal-minded girls, but I've never had a solar sojourn, or been given any Norman tongue! | 0:06:25 | 0:06:33 | |
The Doctor is trying to tell you he is happy because he has finished his book. | 0:06:36 | 0:06:42 | |
It has taken him ten years. | 0:06:42 | 0:06:44 | |
Well, I'm a slow reader myself! | 0:06:44 | 0:06:47 | |
Here it is, sir, the very cornerstone of English scholarship. | 0:06:49 | 0:06:55 | |
This book contains every word in our beloved language. | 0:06:55 | 0:07:00 | |
-Every single one, sir? -Yes. | 0:07:00 | 0:07:03 | |
In that case, I also offer the Doctor my most enthusiastic... | 0:07:03 | 0:07:09 | |
-contrafibularoties. -What? | 0:07:09 | 0:07:12 | |
Contrafibularoties. A common word! | 0:07:13 | 0:07:17 | |
Damn! | 0:07:17 | 0:07:18 | |
Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I am anaspeptic, phrasmotic... | 0:07:19 | 0:07:23 | |
even compunctuous to have caused you such periconbobulations. | 0:07:23 | 0:07:28 | |
What, what, what? | 0:07:28 | 0:07:31 | |
This all sounds like dago-talk to me! | 0:07:31 | 0:07:35 | |
I was congratulating the Doctor on not having left out a single word! | 0:07:35 | 0:07:41 | |
-Shall I fetch tea? -Yes. And the fire. -Certainly, sir. I shall return interphrastically. | 0:07:42 | 0:07:50 | |
Sit down! | 0:07:54 | 0:07:56 | |
-This book of yours, what's it about? -It is a book about the English language. -I see. | 0:07:56 | 0:08:03 | |
-The hero's name? -There is no hero, sir. | 0:08:03 | 0:08:07 | |
Lucky I reminded you! Put one in pronto. | 0:08:07 | 0:08:12 | |
Call him George. What about heroines? | 0:08:12 | 0:08:16 | |
The heroine is our Mother Tongue. | 0:08:16 | 0:08:20 | |
The mother's the heroine. Nice twist! | 0:08:20 | 0:08:23 | |
Mother Tongue is in love with George, the hero. Murders? She doesn't get murdered? | 0:08:23 | 0:08:30 | |
No! No-one gets murdered, married, or gets into a tricky situation! | 0:08:30 | 0:08:35 | |
Doctor Johnson, I may be as thick as a whale omelette, but I know a book's got to have a plot. | 0:08:35 | 0:08:44 | |
Not this one. It tells you what words mean. | 0:08:44 | 0:08:48 | |
I know what words mean! You must be a bit of a thicko! | 0:08:48 | 0:08:53 | |
Perhaps you would rather NOT be patron of my book! | 0:08:53 | 0:08:58 | |
It sounds as though being patron to this COWPAT of a book... | 0:08:58 | 0:09:04 | |
will set the seal on my reputation as a turnip-head! | 0:09:04 | 0:09:08 | |
It is a reputation well-deserved, sir! Farewell ! | 0:09:08 | 0:09:13 | |
Leaving, Doctor? Not staying for your pendigestatory interludicule? | 0:09:14 | 0:09:22 | |
-No! Show me out! -Certainly. Anything I can do to facilitate your velocitous extramuralisation. | 0:09:22 | 0:09:29 | |
You will regret this! Not only have you impeculiated my dictionary, | 0:09:29 | 0:09:36 | |
but you have lost the chance to be patron to a BETTER book! | 0:09:36 | 0:09:41 | |
What's that? "Dictionary Two"? "Return of the Killer Dictionaries"? | 0:09:41 | 0:09:48 | |
No. "Edmund - a Butler's Tale", by Gertrude Perkins. | 0:09:48 | 0:09:54 | |
A roller-coaster of a novel, crammed with gypsies. | 0:09:54 | 0:09:58 | |
-It would have made you and me and Gertrude millionaires! -Millionaires! | 0:10:00 | 0:10:07 | |
But it is not to be, sir. | 0:10:07 | 0:10:10 | |
Farewell ! | 0:10:10 | 0:10:12 | |
Excuse me, sir. Doctor Johnson... | 0:10:12 | 0:10:15 | |
-A word... -A word with you can mean seven million syllables. You may not be finished by night! | 0:10:16 | 0:10:24 | |
Oh! In my fury I have left my dictionary with your master. Fetch it. | 0:10:24 | 0:10:30 | |
The Prince is foolish and has a peanut for a brain. | 0:10:30 | 0:10:35 | |
I will deliver both the book and his patronage. | 0:10:35 | 0:10:39 | |
I doubt it. A servant who is an influence for the good is like a dog who speaks. Very rare! | 0:10:39 | 0:10:48 | |
-I can change his mind. -I doubt it. | 0:10:48 | 0:10:51 | |
A man who can change a Prince's mind is like a dog who speaks Norwegian. Even RARER ! | 0:10:51 | 0:10:58 | |
I shall be at Mrs Miggins' salon. | 0:10:58 | 0:11:01 | |
Your Highness, my congratulations. | 0:11:01 | 0:11:04 | |
-Thanks. That pompous baboon won't be back! -On the contrary, he left in the highest of spirits. | 0:11:04 | 0:11:12 | |
-What? -He is thrilled that you will patronise his dictionary. -I told him to sod off, didn't I ? | 0:11:12 | 0:11:20 | |
Yes, but that was a joke. Surely. | 0:11:20 | 0:11:23 | |
-Was it? -Certainly. And a brilliant one. | 0:11:23 | 0:11:27 | |
Yes. | 0:11:27 | 0:11:29 | |
Yes, I suppose it was rather. | 0:11:29 | 0:11:32 | |
I'll deliver the note of patronage as promised? | 0:11:32 | 0:11:37 | |
-If that is what I promised. And I remember promising it. -Nice fire. -Thank you. | 0:11:37 | 0:11:44 | |
-Baldrick, where's the manuscript? -You mean the big papery thing tied up with string? | 0:11:45 | 0:11:52 | |
Yes. It belongs to Dr Johnson. | 0:11:52 | 0:11:55 | |
-You mean the fellow who just left? -Yes, Baldrick. Doctor Johnson. | 0:11:55 | 0:12:00 | |
You're asking where the papery thing belonging to the man who just left is? | 0:12:00 | 0:12:08 | |
Yes! And if you don't answer, the booted bony thing with 5 toes on the end of my leg... | 0:12:08 | 0:12:16 | |
will connect with the soft dangly objects in your trousers! | 0:12:16 | 0:12:20 | |
For the last time, where is the manuscript? | 0:12:22 | 0:12:27 | |
-On the fire. -On the what?! -The hot orangey thing under the stoney mantelpiece. | 0:12:27 | 0:12:34 | |
-You burnt the dictionary?! -Yes. | 0:12:34 | 0:12:37 | |
-You burnt the life's work of our foremost man of letters? -You said burn any rubbish. -Fine. | 0:12:37 | 0:12:45 | |
Won't it be difficult to patronise the book if we've burnt it? | 0:12:45 | 0:12:50 | |
Yes. If you would excuse me a moment... | 0:12:50 | 0:12:54 | |
Of course. Now I've got my fire, I'm as happy as a Frenchman wih self-removing trousers. | 0:12:54 | 0:13:02 | |
Baldrick, would you join me in the vestibule? | 0:13:02 | 0:13:05 | |
-We are going to find where Johnson keeps a copy of that dictionary and YOU are going to steal it. -Me? | 0:13:07 | 0:13:16 | |
-Yes. -Why me? -Because you burnt it. | 0:13:16 | 0:13:19 | |
But I'll go to Hell for stealing. | 0:13:19 | 0:13:22 | |
Eternity in the company of Beelzebub and his instruments of death | 0:13:22 | 0:13:28 | |
will be a picnic compared to five minutes with me and this pencil... | 0:13:28 | 0:13:34 | |
if we can't find the dictionary. | 0:13:34 | 0:13:38 | |
O, love-torn ecstasy that is Mrs Miggins, | 0:13:38 | 0:13:43 | |
wilt though bring me one cup of the browned juicings of that naughty bean we call coffee ere I die? | 0:13:43 | 0:13:50 | |
You have a way with words, Mr Shelley! | 0:13:50 | 0:13:54 | |
Coffee, woman! My consumption grows more acute. | 0:13:54 | 0:13:59 | |
Coleridge's drugs are wearing off. | 0:13:59 | 0:14:02 | |
Mr Byron, don't be a big girl's blouse. | 0:14:02 | 0:14:05 | |
-Don't forget the pencil, Baldrick. -I certainly won't, sir. | 0:14:06 | 0:14:12 | |
-Good day to you, Mrs Miggins. -Ooh! | 0:14:12 | 0:14:16 | |
A cup of hot water with grit in it, unless your coffee shop has started selling coffee (!) | 0:14:16 | 0:14:24 | |
Be quiet! We're dying! | 0:14:24 | 0:14:27 | |
Don't worry, my poets aren't dead, they're just being intellectual. | 0:14:27 | 0:14:33 | |
Nothing intellectual about going around Italy in a big shirt, trying to get laid! Why are they here? | 0:14:33 | 0:14:40 | |
We are here to pay homage to Dr Johnson, as should you! | 0:14:40 | 0:14:45 | |
Absolutely. I intend to. You wouldn't have a copy of his dictionary on you? | 0:14:45 | 0:14:53 | |
Friends, I am returned! | 0:14:53 | 0:14:56 | |
-Hurrah! -Sir, how was the Prince? | 0:14:56 | 0:14:59 | |
The Prince is an utter fool and his servants are cretinous! POETS LAUGH | 0:14:59 | 0:15:06 | |
-Good afternoon. -And YOU are the worst of them. | 0:15:06 | 0:15:11 | |
Have you my dictionary and my patronage? | 0:15:11 | 0:15:15 | |
Not quite. The Prince begs a few more hours. | 0:15:15 | 0:15:19 | |
Bah! Bah! Bah! | 0:15:19 | 0:15:21 | |
-I wonder if a lowly servant such as I might see a copy? -Copy? | 0:15:21 | 0:15:27 | |
Copy? Copy? There IS no copy! | 0:15:27 | 0:15:30 | |
-No copy? -A copy is like fitting wheels to a tomato - time-consuming and unnecessary! | 0:15:30 | 0:15:37 | |
But what if the book got lost? | 0:15:37 | 0:15:40 | |
I would not lose it, and if any man should, | 0:15:40 | 0:15:44 | |
I would tear off his head with my bare hands and feed it to the cat! | 0:15:44 | 0:15:49 | |
Well, that's nice and clear. | 0:15:49 | 0:15:52 | |
I, Lord Byron, would summon 50 men, lay siege to the fellow's house and do murder on him! | 0:15:52 | 0:16:00 | |
I would see him hanging by his hair... | 0:16:00 | 0:16:04 | |
with an Oriental disembowelling cutlass thrust up his ignoble behind! | 0:16:04 | 0:16:09 | |
I hope you're listening, Baldrick. | 0:16:09 | 0:16:12 | |
Sir, I have been unable to replace the dictionary. | 0:16:15 | 0:16:19 | |
I am leaving for Nepal, where I intend to live as a goat. | 0:16:19 | 0:16:24 | |
-Why? -If I stay here, Dr Johnson's companions would have me brutally murdered, sir. | 0:16:25 | 0:16:32 | |
That's terrible! Know any other butlers? | 0:16:32 | 0:16:36 | |
When the people discover that YOU burnt the dictionary, | 0:16:36 | 0:16:42 | |
they may say, "Thick George! He's got a brain the size of a weasel's wedding tackle." | 0:16:42 | 0:16:49 | |
Something must be done! | 0:16:50 | 0:16:52 | |
-I have a cunning plan, sir. -Hurrah! Well, that's that then. | 0:16:52 | 0:16:58 | |
I wouldn't get over-excited, sir. | 0:16:58 | 0:17:01 | |
His plan will be the stupidest thing we've heard since Lord Nelson's famous signal, | 0:17:01 | 0:17:08 | |
"Lady Hamilton is a virgin. Poke my eye out and cut off my arm if I'm wrong." | 0:17:08 | 0:17:15 | |
Great! | 0:17:16 | 0:17:17 | |
-Let's hear it. -It's brilliant. You take the string... | 0:17:17 | 0:17:23 | |
that's still not completely burnt, | 0:17:23 | 0:17:26 | |
scrape off the soot... and shove the pages in again. | 0:17:26 | 0:17:31 | |
-WHICH pages? -Not the same ones, of course. -Yes. | 0:17:31 | 0:17:35 | |
I think I've spotted the flaw in this plan. But go on. Which pages? | 0:17:35 | 0:17:41 | |
This is brilliant. You write some new ones. | 0:17:41 | 0:17:46 | |
You mean rewrite the dictionary? | 0:17:46 | 0:17:49 | |
I rewrite the dictionary that took Dr Johnson ten years. | 0:17:49 | 0:17:54 | |
Yep. | 0:17:54 | 0:17:55 | |
Baldrick, that is the worst and most contemptible plan in the history of the universe. | 0:17:55 | 0:18:03 | |
However, I hear the sound of disembowelling cutlasses being sharpened, | 0:18:03 | 0:18:09 | |
and it's the only plan we've got. | 0:18:09 | 0:18:12 | |
Perhaps you'd like me to help. I'm not as stupid as I look. | 0:18:12 | 0:18:17 | |
I AM as stupid as I look, but if I can help, I will. | 0:18:17 | 0:18:22 | |
You'd be as useful as a barber on the steps of the guillotine. | 0:18:22 | 0:18:28 | |
Oh, go on, give us a try. | 0:18:28 | 0:18:31 | |
Very well. Let's start at the beginning. | 0:18:31 | 0:18:36 | |
First, "A". How would you define "A"? | 0:18:36 | 0:18:40 | |
-"A"... -Oh, I love this! Quizzes! | 0:18:40 | 0:18:43 | |
-"A", oh, crikey... -"A"... -I've got it! | 0:18:43 | 0:18:47 | |
-What? -Well, it doesn't really mean anything! | 0:18:47 | 0:18:51 | |
Good. We're well on the way (!) | 0:18:51 | 0:18:55 | |
"A - impersonal pronoun. Doesn't really mean anything." | 0:18:56 | 0:19:01 | |
Next, "AB..." | 0:19:01 | 0:19:04 | |
Eh...a bee. It's a buzzing thing. | 0:19:04 | 0:19:07 | |
"A buzzing thing." | 0:19:07 | 0:19:10 | |
Something that starts with "AB..." | 0:19:11 | 0:19:14 | |
Honey. Honey starts with a bee. | 0:19:14 | 0:19:17 | |
-Honey DOES start with a bee. -This isn't getting anywhere. | 0:19:18 | 0:19:23 | |
Besides, I've left out "Aardvark." | 0:19:23 | 0:19:26 | |
-Can't say we didn't try. -Yes. I must proceed on my own. | 0:19:26 | 0:19:32 | |
Baldrick, make me something simple to eat. | 0:19:32 | 0:19:36 | |
-Bread with something in between. -Like Gerald, Lord Sandwich had? -Yes. A few rounds of Geralds. | 0:19:36 | 0:19:44 | |
How goes it, Blackadder? | 0:19:50 | 0:19:53 | |
-Not well. -Let's have a look. | 0:19:53 | 0:19:56 | |
"Medium-sized insectivore with protruding nasal implement." | 0:19:56 | 0:20:02 | |
Doesn't sound much like a bee. | 0:20:03 | 0:20:05 | |
-It's an aardvark! It's a bloody AARDVARK ! -Still on aardvark? | 0:20:05 | 0:20:12 | |
Yes. And if I ever meet an aardvark, | 0:20:12 | 0:20:16 | |
I'm going to step on its damn protruding nasal implement! | 0:20:16 | 0:20:21 | |
Stuck? | 0:20:21 | 0:20:23 | |
I'm sorry, sir. Five hours later, and I've got every word except "A" and "aardvark" to do. | 0:20:23 | 0:20:31 | |
And I'm not happy with THEM. | 0:20:31 | 0:20:33 | |
Don't panic, because I have some good news. | 0:20:34 | 0:20:38 | |
What? | 0:20:38 | 0:20:40 | |
-We've been working all night! I've done "B". -Really? How have you got on? | 0:20:40 | 0:20:47 | |
I had trouble with "belching", but I got it sorted out. | 0:20:47 | 0:20:53 | |
-BELCHES -There I go again! | 0:20:53 | 0:20:56 | |
-< HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER -You've been working on that joke for some time. | 0:20:56 | 0:21:03 | |
-I have! -Since you started? -Yes. -You've done no work at all ? -No. | 0:21:03 | 0:21:09 | |
-Great (!) Baldrick, what have YOU done? -I've done "C" and "D". | 0:21:09 | 0:21:15 | |
-Right, let's have it then. -Right. "Blue wobbly thing that mermaids live in. | 0:21:15 | 0:21:22 | |
-What's that? -Sea. | 0:21:22 | 0:21:25 | |
Yes. | 0:21:26 | 0:21:27 | |
Tiny misunderstanding. Still, my hopes weren't high. | 0:21:28 | 0:21:33 | |
-What about "D"? -I'm pleased with "dog". | 0:21:33 | 0:21:37 | |
-Your definition of dog is? -Not a cat. | 0:21:37 | 0:21:41 | |
Excellent. | 0:21:44 | 0:21:45 | |
Excellent! | 0:21:46 | 0:21:48 | |
-May I have a word? -Certainly. | 0:21:48 | 0:21:51 | |
As you know, it has been my wish to stay with you until we both had sons to take over our duties. | 0:21:51 | 0:21:59 | |
-That's right. -Change of plan! I'm off to the kitchen to hack my head off. | 0:21:59 | 0:22:05 | |
Come on, it's only a book! Damn the fellow's eyes, strip off his britches, | 0:22:05 | 0:22:13 | |
and warm his heels to Putney Bridge! | 0:22:13 | 0:22:17 | |
-Sir, you can't just lop someone's head off and blame it on the Vikings. -Can't I ?! -No. | 0:22:17 | 0:22:25 | |
Oh, well, let's get on with it. | 0:22:25 | 0:22:28 | |
It's only a dictionary. No-one's asked us to eat ten pigs for breakfast. | 0:22:28 | 0:22:34 | |
-Good Lord, we're British! -You're not. You're German. | 0:22:34 | 0:22:40 | |
Get me some coffee. If I fall asleep before Monday, we're doomed. | 0:22:40 | 0:22:46 | |
Mr Blackadder, time to wake up! | 0:22:48 | 0:22:51 | |
-What time is it? -Monday morning. -Oh, my God! I've overslept! | 0:22:51 | 0:22:56 | |
-Where's the parchment? -I dunno. Maybe Dr Johnson's got some. -What? -He's outside. -AAAAAAGH ! | 0:22:56 | 0:23:03 | |
-Are you ill ? -You can't have it. | 0:23:03 | 0:23:06 | |
I want Baldrick to read it, which will mean teaching him to read. | 0:23:06 | 0:23:12 | |
Time well spent, because it's such a very good dictionary. | 0:23:12 | 0:23:17 | |
-I don't think so. -We've been burgled! ..What? | 0:23:17 | 0:23:21 | |
I think it's an awful dictionary. I've come to ask you to chuck the damn thing on the fire. | 0:23:21 | 0:23:29 | |
-Are you sure? -I am sure. | 0:23:29 | 0:23:32 | |
I love you, Dr Johnson, and I want to have your babies. | 0:23:32 | 0:23:37 | |
Excuse me, but my Auntie Marjorie has arrived. | 0:23:39 | 0:23:44 | |
Baldrick, who gave you permission to turn into an Alsatian? | 0:23:44 | 0:23:49 | |
Oh, God! It's a dream, isn't it? It's a bloody dream! | 0:23:49 | 0:23:54 | |
Dr Johnson doesn't want us to burn his dictionary at all. | 0:23:54 | 0:23:59 | |
Mr Blackadder, time to wake up! | 0:24:04 | 0:24:07 | |
-What time is it? -Monday morning. -Oh, my God! I've overslept! | 0:24:07 | 0:24:12 | |
-Where's the parchment? -I dunno. Maybe Dr Johnson's got some. -What? -He's outside. | 0:24:12 | 0:24:18 | |
Hang on, hang on. If we go on like this, you'll turn into an Alsatian. | 0:24:18 | 0:24:25 | |
-KNOCK ON DOOR -We must escape. | 0:24:25 | 0:24:29 | |
Bring out the dictionary! Bring it out, or I shall kill everyone by giving them syphilis! | 0:24:29 | 0:24:36 | |
Bring it out. And any opium plants you have. Bring it out! | 0:24:36 | 0:24:43 | |
-Good morning... -Where's my dictionary? -What dictionary? | 0:24:43 | 0:24:48 | |
The one that has taken 18 hours of every day for 10 years! | 0:24:48 | 0:24:54 | |
My mother died. I hardly noticed. | 0:24:54 | 0:24:56 | |
My father cut off his head. I scarcely looked up from my work. | 0:24:56 | 0:25:02 | |
My wife brought armies of lovers to our house! | 0:25:02 | 0:25:07 | |
-I cared not! -Am I to presume that my bluff has not worked? -Dictionary! -Right. | 0:25:07 | 0:25:14 | |
The truth is... Don't get cross... We burnt it. | 0:25:14 | 0:25:18 | |
Then you DIE ! Ahhh! | 0:25:18 | 0:25:21 | |
Good morning. You know, this dictionary is a good read! A splendid job! | 0:25:21 | 0:25:29 | |
-You said you'd burnt it! -Ehm... | 0:25:29 | 0:25:32 | |
I look forward to patronising it. | 0:25:32 | 0:25:36 | |
Thank you. We will sacrifice the killing to maintain the good humour! | 0:25:36 | 0:25:43 | |
No murder today. GROANS | 0:25:43 | 0:25:46 | |
Retire to Mrs Miggins'. I will join you there. | 0:25:46 | 0:25:51 | |
Tell me, sir, what words interested you? | 0:25:51 | 0:25:55 | |
-Oh, nothing. Anything, really. -I see you have underlined a few. | 0:25:55 | 0:26:01 | |
"Bloomers...bottom...burp... | 0:26:01 | 0:26:05 | |
"fart...fornicate..." I hope you are not using the first dictionary to look up rude words! | 0:26:05 | 0:26:13 | |
That's what all the others will be used for. | 0:26:13 | 0:26:18 | |
-Can I look up "turnip"? -Turnip's not a rude word. -It is if you sit on one. | 0:26:18 | 0:26:25 | |
We have more important business - the works of the mysterious Gertrude Perkins. | 0:26:25 | 0:26:32 | |
Mysterious no more, sir. | 0:26:32 | 0:26:35 | |
I can reveal the identity... | 0:26:35 | 0:26:38 | |
-of Gertrude Perkins! -Who IS she? | 0:26:38 | 0:26:40 | |
-SHE, sir, is ME. -I -am Gertrude Perkins! | 0:26:40 | 0:26:45 | |
-Good Lord! -Bring the manuscript and I will show you that my signature corresponds. | 0:26:45 | 0:26:53 | |
I left it here with the dictionary. | 0:26:53 | 0:26:56 | |
-This is exciting! -Baldrick, fetch my novel. | 0:26:56 | 0:27:00 | |
-Novel ? -The papery thing tied up with string. | 0:27:00 | 0:27:05 | |
-Like the thing we burnt? -Exactly. | 0:27:05 | 0:27:08 | |
-You're asking for the papery thing tied up with string, exactly like the thing we burnt? -Yes. | 0:27:08 | 0:27:15 | |
We burnt it. | 0:27:15 | 0:27:17 | |
So we did. Thank you. Seven years of my life up in smoke. | 0:27:17 | 0:27:24 | |
-Sir, would you excuse me? -Yes. | 0:27:24 | 0:27:27 | |
OH, GOD ! NO-O! | 0:27:30 | 0:27:34 | |
-Thank you. -Burnt, you say. Most inconvenient. A burnt novel is like a burnt dog... -SHUT UP ! | 0:27:34 | 0:27:42 | |
Sir... | 0:27:42 | 0:27:44 | |
-I -have a novel. | 0:27:44 | 0:27:46 | |
"Once upon a time there was a little sausage called..." | 0:27:47 | 0:27:53 | |
Sausage?! SAUSAGE ?! | 0:27:53 | 0:27:55 | |
Blast your eyes! | 0:27:55 | 0:27:58 | |
I didn't think it was THAT bad. | 0:27:58 | 0:28:02 | |
You'll find he left "sausage" out of his dictionary. | 0:28:02 | 0:28:07 | |
Oh, and "aardvark." | 0:28:07 | 0:28:10 | |
-Come on, it's not all that bad. Nothing a nice fire can't solve. Baldrick... -Certainly, sir. | 0:28:11 | 0:28:19 | |
Subtitles by Janice Hamilton BBC Scotland, 1987 | 0:28:59 | 0:29:04 |