Blackadder: Personally I thought you were the least convincing female impressionist since Tarzan went through Jane's handbag and ate her lipstick, but I'm clearly in a minority.
This generator is a fantastic way to cheer up an otherwise dreary afternoon.
Ambassador: I hate you English. With your boring trousers and your shiny toilet paper and your ridiculous preconceptions that Frenchmen are great lovers. I'm French and I'm hung like a baby carrot and a couple of petits pois.
Blackadder: Am I jumping the gun, Baldrick, or are the words 'I have a cunning plan' marching with ill-deserved confidence in the direction of this conversation?
Blackadder: Baldrick, does it have to be this way? Our valued friendship ending with me cutting you up into strips and telling the prince that you walked over a very sharp cattle grid in an extremely heavy hat?
I say to myself "Good morning Mad Gerald, how are you today?" and I say "I'm completely mad today, thank you". "Well you'd be mad to expect any wouldn't you, because I am Mad! I'M MAD GERALD!!!"
I know them all by heart. But I'm willing to contribute:
Blackadder: They do say, Mrs M, that verbal insults hurt more than physical pain. They are, of course, wrong, as you will soon discover when I stick this toasting fork into your head.
Flashheart:
If word gets out that I'm missing, 500 girls will kill themselves and I wouldn't want them on my conscience - not when they ought to be on my face!
Baldrick:
Hear the words I sing,
War's a horrid thing,
But still I sing, sing, sing,
Ding a ling a ling.
"Percy:You see,Baldrick,when i was young i was savaged..............
by a Turbot"
"Pitt:Ha sirs.As i said to chancellor Metternich at the congress of Strasbourg,'POO TO YOU WITH NOBS ON'!"