ah, yes jinty… the ‘Potato’ episode from season 2… some of the best lines ever
Queen: Splice me timbers, Sir Walter, it’s bucko to see you,old matey!
Sir Walter: I’m sorry?
Blackadder: [caustically] She says hello.
Sir Walter: Why, Rum, of course. Captain Redbeard Rum.
Edmund: Well done. Just testing. And where would I find him on a Tuesday?
Sir Walter: Well, if I remember his habits, he’s usually up the Old Sea Dog.
Edmund: Ah yes, and where is the Old Sea Dog?
Sir Walter: Well, on Tuesdays he’s normally in bed with the Captain.
Rum: aah-ahhh! [strokes his hand] You have a woman’s hand, milord! I’ll wager these dainty pinkies never weighed anchor in a storm.
Rum: -Aah! Your skin milord. I’ll wager it ne’er felt the lash of a cat [‘o’ nine tails], been rubbed with salt, and then flayed off by a pirate chief to make fine stockings for his best cabin boy.
Blackadder: How canny, I don’t know how you do it, but you’re right again.
Rum: Ha. -Aah! You have a woman’s purse! [takes it from him and examines it daintily] I’ll wager that purse has never been used as a rowing-boat. I’ll wager it’s never had sixteen shipwrecked mariners tossing in it.
Rum: Oh! You have a woman’s mouth, milord! I’ll wager that mouth never had to chew through the side of a ship to escape the dreadful spindly killer fish.
Blackadder: I must say, when I came to see you, I had no idea I was going to have to eat your ship as well as hire it. And since you’re clearly as mad as a mongoose I’ll bid you farewell [gets up]
Rum: Aaah, courtiers to the Queen, you’re nothing but lapdogs to a slip of a girl.
Blackadder: Better a “lapdog to a slip of a girl”, than a… Git.
Rum: Ah! [pointing] You have a woman’s legs, my lord! I’ll wager those are legs that have never been sliced clean off by a falling sail, and swept into the sea before your very eyes.
Blackadder: [crossly] Well, neither have yours.
Rum: That’s where you’re wrong [throws aside table showing his lack of legs]
And finally, the queen’s goodbye to BA:
When the night is dark,
and the dogs go bark;
When the clouds are black,
and the ducks go- quack;
When the sky is blue,
and the cows go- moo;
Think of lovely Queenie
She’ll be thinking of you.
Did I get carried away?