Ebenezer Blackadder:
Ah, my dear Millicent, come for her dinner.
[Looks at Ralph]
Ebenezer Blackadder:
... and she seems to have brought the fish course with her! Who, my dear, is the huge halibut in the trousers?
Ralph:
I think... it's me!
Millicent:
This is Ralph - he's my fiance!
Ralph:
We're in love!
Ebenezer Blackadder:
Oh, dear. Ill-conceived love, I should warn you, is like a Christmas cracker: one massively disappointing bang, and the novelty soon wears off.
Ralph, Millicent:
[they laugh obnoxiously]
Ebenezer Blackadder:
Shut up!
Millicent:
Oh, Mr. Blackadder! What's happened? You've changed from the nicest man in England into the... the horridest man in the world!
Baldrick:
I was thinking the same thing myself.
Ebenezer Blackadder:
[hits Baldrick in the back of the head]
... when spoken to.
[to Millicent]
Ebenezer Blackadder:
I would explain, my dear, but I fear that you wouldn't understand - blessed as you are with a head that is emptier than a hermit's address book!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:02