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Blackadder: “Ah. Would this brilliant plan involve us climbing out of our trenches and walking very slowly towards the enemy?”
Captain Darling: “How could you possibly know that, Blackadder?! It’s classified information!”
Captain Blackadder: How hurt would you be if I gave the honest answer, which is, "No - I'd rather French-kiss a skunk?"
They are of course wrong, as you'll soon discover when I stick this toasting fork in your head."