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Naar aanleiding van het FC de kampioenen- topic leek het me leuk een apart topic te openen over de Leukste quotes uit films en series. 'Allo 'Allo is natuurlijk altijd leuk, dus ik herhaal de mijne nog even:

Officer Crabtree: The troon has been bummed by the RAF
Officer Crabtree: God Moaning. The resist-once have accqo-aired a bum. They are going to ex-plod the whaleway brodge.
Officer Crabtree: "I have disgeezed as poloceman so I am oble to move aboot with complate frodom"
Officer Crabtree: Are we a loon? I wish to tick with you.
Officer Crabtree: Officer Crabtree: I was pissing by the door when I heard two shats. You are holding a smoking goon - you are clearly the guilty potty
Officer Crabtree: I will dingle a keerot in front of the dinkey. That is butter. We shall be there very sheetly!"
Officer Crabtree: "I am sorry that I am lit, but I had to wick curfully down the stroot because I have five fit of fuse wound round my log, and detonators dingling down my troosers."
Officer Crabtree: "Rene - I do not wish to weary you, but I recognize some of those purple! They are German Ginerals! They are pissing themselves off as posants!"
Officer Crabtree: I have bad nose. When you ribbed the bonk, there was a wetness. He has drawn poctures of the sispocts."

Officer Crabtree: "They have scored a direct hot on the pimps."
Renee: "The pimps?"
Officer Crabtree: "The pimps! The pimps in the pimping station! No water is being pimped down the poops!"

Officer Crabtree: "In my bog I have a kack" (I have a cake in my bag)
Officer Crabtree: "You should be grateful that the RAF bummers are still farting for freedom"
Officer Crabtree: "British Ontelligence Headquitters"

Officer Crabtree: "London is sending you a collopsible dongy."
Renee: "I already have one of those."
Officer Crabtree: "Good Moaning, Whit are you deeing ootseed the socret head-quitters of the gestoopo?"

Succes en have fun!!

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Leuk voor de 'allo 'allo / Crabtree fans; een kort filmpje:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/guide/artic ... 50_2.shtml
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hij zegt toch altijd

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'Are you scared????'
No, I'm Val.....'
(Memphis Belle...)

'Hey Orderly, That ain't very orderly. I've been waiting here for hours and you want instant coffee'
(Attack)



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Re: Best Quote - post hier de leukste quotes !!

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Sbf.Koch schreef:Naar aanleiding van het FC de kampioenen- topic leek het me leuk een apart topic te openen over de Leukste quotes uit films en series. 'Allo 'Allo is natuurlijk altijd leuk, dus ik herhaal de mijne nog even:

Officer Crabtree: The troon has been bummed by the RAF
Officer Crabtree: God Moaning. The resist-once have accqo-aired a bum. They are going to ex-plod the whaleway brodge.
Officer Crabtree: "I have disgeezed as poloceman so I am oble to move aboot with complate frodom"
Officer Crabtree: Are we a loon? I wish to tick with you.
Officer Crabtree: Officer Crabtree: I was pissing by the door when I heard two shats. You are holding a smoking goon - you are clearly the guilty potty
Officer Crabtree: I will dingle a keerot in front of the dinkey. That is butter. We shall be there very sheetly!"
Officer Crabtree: "I am sorry that I am lit, but I had to wick curfully down the stroot because I have five fit of fuse wound round my log, and detonators dingling down my troosers."
Officer Crabtree: "Rene - I do not wish to weary you, but I recognize some of those purple! They are German Ginerals! They are pissing themselves off as posants!"
Officer Crabtree: I have bad nose. When you ribbed the bonk, there was a wetness. He has drawn poctures of the sispocts."

Officer Crabtree: "They have scored a direct hot on the pimps."
Renee: "The pimps?"
Officer Crabtree: "The pimps! The pimps in the pimping station! No water is being pimped down the poops!"

Officer Crabtree: "In my bog I have a kack" (I have a cake in my bag)
Officer Crabtree: "You should be grateful that the RAF bummers are still farting for freedom"
Officer Crabtree: "British Ontelligence Headquitters"

Officer Crabtree: "London is sending you a collopsible dongy."
Renee: "I already have one of those."
Officer Crabtree: "Good Moaning, Whit are you deeing ootseed the socret head-quitters of the gestoopo?"

Succes en have fun!!
Echt geweldig! Ik heb me scheef gelachen! Komt de serie al weer op tv?
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Nee, jammer genoeg niet. (In Nederland tenminste)
- Voorheen: Lt. Tim_NL
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'Are you gonna eat that all by yourself?'
'Yep, the yellow and the white...'
'You're not eating the shells, are you?'
'Help yourself....'
'Come on, Junior, We're gonna grow ouselves a chicken for Christmas...'


'Tea is served on the veranda......'

(Stalag 17)


'Did you get that Submarine???'
'I think so, I saw it go down....'

'Und jetzt, Weiter Scheissen, Das ist ein Befehl!!'

'There will be no bombs on this city!!'

(Spielberg's 1941)



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'Did you get that Submarine???'
'I think so, I saw it go down....'

Code: Selecteer alles


Haha die is goed  :lol:  8) 
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"Don't you think you boys can call me granpa, I'LL KILL YOU!!" (we were soldiers)
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Major Hoolihan:'Kiss my hot lips!!'

(MASH)

'Call me Frances and I'll kill ya!!'
'Lighten up, Frances!!'

(Stripes)

'Bonjour, Mademoiselle, jai suiz ameericain....'

(The Longest Day)

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Black Adder IV, Episode 6 Goodbyeee


(in the trench, it's raining)

George: Care for a smoke, sir?

Edmund: No, thank you, I'm... (he lights his own pipe)

George: Private?

Baldrick: (taking cigarette from George) Oh, thank you, sir.
(begins to eat the cigarette)

George: Oh, dash and blast all this hanging about, sir! I'm as
bored as a pacifist pistol. When are we going to see some
action?

Edmund: Well, George, I strongly suspect that your long wait for
certain death is nearly at an end. Surely you must have
noticed something in the air...

George: Well, yes, of course, but I thought that was Private
Baldrick.

Edmund: Unless I'm very much mistaken, soon we will at last be
making the final Big Push -- that one we've been so looking
forward to all these years.

George: Well, hurrah with highly polished brass knobs on! About
time!

(phone rings within Baldrick's backpack, Edmund answers it)

Edmund: Hello; the Somme Public Baths -- no running, shouting, or
piddling in the shallow end. Ah, Captain Darling. Tomorrow
at dawn. Oh, excellent. See you later, then. Bye. (hangs
up) Gentlemen, our long wait is nearly at an end. Tomorrow
morning, General Insanity Melchett invites you to a mass
slaughter. We're going over the top.

George: Well, huzzah and hurrah! God Save the King, Rule Britannia,
and Boo Sucks the Hairy Hun!

Edmund: Or, to put it more precisely: you're going over the top;
I'm getting out of here. (goes inside dugout)

George: (follows Edmund in) Oh, now, come on, Cap! It may be a bit
risky (tries to speak in a rousing Cockney dialect, but
fails miserably), but it sure is bloomin'ell worth it,
gov'nor!

Edmund: How could it possibly be worth it? We've been sitting here
since Christmas 1914, during which millions of men have
died, and we've advanced no further than an asthsmatic ant
with some heavy shopping.

George: Well, but this time I'm absolutely pos we'll break through!
It's ice cream in Berlin in 15 days.

Edmund: Or ice cold in No Man's Land in 15 seconds. No, the time
has come to get out of this madness once and for all.

George: What madness is that?

Edmund: For God's sake, George, how long have you been in the army?

George: Oh me? I joined up straight away, sir. August the 4th,
1914. Gah, what a day that was: myself and the rest of the
fellows leapfrogging down to the Cambridge recruiting
office and then playing tiddlywinks in the queue. We had
hammered Oxford's tiddlywinkers only the week before, and
there we were, off to hammer the Boche! Crashingly superb
bunch of blokes. Fine, clean-limbed -- even their acne had
a strange nobility about it.

Edmund: Yes, and how are all the boys now?

George: Well, er, Jacko and the Badger bought it at the first Ypres
front, unfortunately -- quite a shock, that. I remember
Bumfluff's house- master wrote and told me that Sticky had
been out for a duck, and the Gubber had snitched a parcel
sausage-end and gone goose-over-stump frogside.

Edmund: Meaning...?

George: I don't know, sir, but I read in the Times that they'd both
been killed.

Edmund: And Bumfluff himself...?

George: Copped a packet at Galipoli with the Aussies -- so had
Drippy and Strangely Brown. I remember we heard on the
first morning of the Somme when Titch and Mr Floppy got
gassed back to Blighty.

Edmund: Which leaves...?

George: Gosh, yes, I, I suppose I'm the only one of the Trinity
Tiddlers still alive. (Lummy?), there's a thought -- and
not a jolly one.

Edmund: My point exactly, George.

George: A chap might get a bit miz [miserable] -- if it wasn't the
thought of going over the top tomorrow! Right, sir:
Permission to get weaving...

Edmund: Permission granted.

George: Thank you, sir.

Edmund: Baldrick!

Baldrick: (entering) Captain B!

Edmund: This is a crisis. A large crisis. In fact, if you've got a
moment, it's a twelve-storey crisis with a magnificent
entrance hall, carpetting throughout, 24-hour portrage, and
an enormous sign on the roof, saying `This Is a Large
Crisis'. A large crisis requires a large plan.
Get me two pencils and a pair of underpants.


(Later, Edmund wears underpants on his head with two pencils up his nose)

Edmund: Right, Baldrick, this is an old trick I picked up in the
Sudan. We tell HQ that I've gone insane, and I'll be
invalided back to Blighty before you can say "Wooble" --
a poor gormless idiot.

Baldrick: But I'm a poor gormless idiot, sir, and I've never been
invalided back to Blighty.

Edmund: Yes, Baldrick, but you've never said "Wooble." Now, ask me
some simple questions.

Baldrick: Right. What is your name?

Edmund: Wooble...

Baldrick: What is two plus two?

Edmund: Oh, wooble wooble.

Baldrick: Where do you live?

Edmund: London.

Baldrick: Eh?

Edmund: A small village on Mars, just outside the capital city,
Wooble.

George: (enters) All the men present and correct, sir. Ready for
the off, eh?

Edmund: I'm afraid not, Lieutenant; I'm just off to Hartleypool to
buy some exploding trousers.

George: Come again, sir -- have you gone barking mad?

Edmund: Yes, George, I have. Cluck, cluck, gibber, gibber, my old
man's a mushroom, et cetera. Go send a runner to tell
General Melchett that your captain has gone insane and must
return to England at once.

George: But, sir, how utterly ghastly for you! I mean, well, you'll
miss the whole rest of the war!

Edmund: Yes, very bad luck. Beep!

George: Right.

Edmund: Beep!

George: Baldrick, I'll be back as soon as I can.

Edmund: Pah-pah!

George: Whatever you do, don't excite him. (leaves)

Edmund: (removing the pencils, looks at Baldrick) Fat chance! Now,
all we have to do is wait. Baldrick, fix us some coffee,
will you? And try to make it taste slightly less like mud
this time.

Baldrick: Not easy, I'm afraid, Captain.

Edmund: Why is this?

Baldrick: 'cause it is mud. We ran out of coffee thirteen months ago.

Edmund: So every time I've drunk your coffee since, I have in fact
been drinking hot mud...

Baldrick: With sugar.

Edmund: Which of course makes all the difference.

Baldrick: Well, it would do if we had any sugar, but, unfortunately,
we ran out New Year's Eve 1915, since when I've been using
sugar substitute.

Edmund: Which is...?

Baldrick: Dandruff.

Edmund: Brilliant.

Baldrick: Still, I could add some milk this time -- well, saliva...

Edmund: No, no, thank you, Baldrick. Call me Mr Picky, but I think
I'll cancel the coffee.

Baldrick: That's probably 'cause you're mad, sir!

Edmund: Well, quite!

George: (re-enters; Edmund quickly replaces the pencils) Well, it
didn't go down well at all, I'm afraid, sir. Captain Darling
said they'd be along directly, but, well, you'd better be
damn doolally.

Edmund: Don't worry, George; I am (makes weird noises while moving
his right arm strangely). When they get here, I'll show
them what `totally and utterly bonkeroonie' means. Fwaf!
Until then, we've got bugger-all to do except sit and wait.

George: Well, I don't know, sir -- we could, er, we could have a
jolly game of charades!

Baldrick: Ooh, yes!

George: And a singalong of musical hits like "Birmingham Bertie"
and "Whoops, Mrs Miggins, You're Sitting On My Artichokes."

Edmund: Yes, I think bugger-all might rather be more fun.


(later, the three are sitting around doing bugger-all)

Baldrick: Permission to ask a question, sir...

Edmund: Permission granted, Baldrick, as long as isn't the one
about where babies come from.

Baldrick: No, the thing is: The way I see it, these days there's a
war on, right? and, ages ago, there wasn't a war on, right?
So, there must have been a moment when there not being a
war on went away, right? and there being a war on came
along. So, what I want to know is: How did we get from the
one case of affairs to the other case of affairs?

Edmund: Do you mean "How did the war start?"

Baldrick: Yeah.

George: The war started because of the vile Hun and his villainous
empire-building.

Edmund: George, the British Empire at present covers a quarter of
the globe, while the German Empire consists of a small
sausage factory in Tanganyika. I hardly think that we can
be entirely absolved of blame on the imperialistic front.

George: Oh, no, sir, absolutely not. (aside, to Baldick) Mad as a
bicycle!

Baldrick: I heard that it started when a bloke called Archie Duke
shot an ostrich 'cause he was hungry.

Edmund: I think you mean it started when the Archduke of
Austro-Hungary got shot.

Baldrick: Nah, there was definitely an ostrich involved, sir.

Edmund: Well, possibly. But the real reason for the whole thing was
that it was too much effort *not* to have a war.

George: By (Gum? [it's not `God']) this is interesting; I always
loved history -- The Battle of Hastings, Henry VIII and his
six knives, all that.

Edmund: You see, Baldrick, in order to prevent war in Europe, two
superblocs developed: us, the French and the Russians on
one side, and the Germans and Austro-Hungary on the other.
The idea was to have two vast opposing armies, each acting
as the other's deterrent. That way there could never be a
war.

Baldrick: But this is a sort of a war, isn't it, sir?

Edmund: Yes, that's right. You see, there was a tiny flaw in the
plan.

George: What was that, sir?

Edmund: It was bollocks.

Baldrick: So the poor old ostrich died for nothing.

Darling: (from outside) 'tention!

George: (he and Baldrick stand) Right, they're here. Erm, Baldrick,
you keep him warm; I'll go prepare the ground. (leaves)

(outside, George salutes Melchett and Darling)

George: Sir.

Melchett: George! How's the patient?

George: Well, it's touch and go, I'm afraid, sir. I really can't
vouch for his behaviour. He's gone mad, you see --
stir-frying crazy.

Melchett: I see. Is this genuinely mad?

George: Oh, yes, sir.

Melchett: ...or has he simply put his underpants on his head and
stuffed a couple of pencils up his nose? That's what they
all used to do in the Sudan. I remember I once had to shoot
a whole platoon for trying that. Well, let's have a look at
him. (goes in, followed by the others)

Darling: 'tention!!!

Edmund: (stands, talks to Baldrick) ...and the other thing they
used to do in the Sudan is to get dressed up like this and
pretend to be mad. But don't let me catch you trying that
one, Baldrick, or I'll have you shot, all right? Dismissed.
(turns to Melchett, removes the pencils) Oh, hello, sir --
didn't hear you come in.

Melchett: Well now, Blackadder, they tell me you've gone mad.

Edmund: No, sir (removes the underpants), no -- must be a breakdown
of communication. Someone obviously heard I was mad with
excitement, waiting for the off.

Melchett: There you are, you see, Darling? I told you there'd be a
perfectly rational explanation. Right, George, have your
chaps fall in.

George: Very good, sir. (salutes, leaves)

Darling: Well, it's rather odd, sir. The message was very clear:
"Captain Blackadder gone totally tonto. Bring
straightjacket for immediate return to Blighty." (holds up
straightjacket)

Melchett: Don't be ridiculous, Darling. The Hero of Mboto Gorge, mad?
Well, you've only got to look at him to see he's as sane as
I am! Beeaaah! (leaves)

Darling: Would that the Mboto Gorge where we massacred the
peace-loving pygmies of the Upper Volta and stole all their
fruit?

Edmund: No -- a totally different Mboto Gorge.

Darling: Oh.

Edmund: Cup of coffee, Darling?

Darling: Oh, thank you.

Edmund: Baldrick, do the honours.

Baldrick: (comes from kitchen) Sir. (to Darling) Sugar, sir?

Darling: Three lumps.

Edmund: Think you can manage three *lumps*, Baldrick?

Baldrick: I'll rummage around, see what I can find, sir. (turns back
to kitchen)

Darling: Make it a milky one.

Baldrick: Coming up, sir.

(outside; while Melchett and George speak, Baldrick can be
heard hawking up a great deal of `milk')

Melchett: Well, George, you must have been delighted to hear the news
of the Big Push.

George: Absolutely, sir -- our chance to show the Hun that it takes
more than a pointy hat and bad breath to defeat the armies
of King George!

Melchett: That's the spirit!

(inside, Baldrick spits, then returns with the mug)

Baldrick: Here you are, sir.

Darling: (looks in the mug) Ah, cappucino! Have you got any of that
brown stuff you sprinkle on the top?

Baldrick: Well, I'm sure I could m--

Edmund: No, no!

Darling: (as Melchett and George return) 'tention!

Melchett: Well, fine body of men you've got out there, Blackadder.

Edmund: Yes, sir -- shortly to become fine bodies of men.

Melchett: Nonsense -- you'll pull through. (laughs) I remember when
we played the old Harrovians back in '96: they said we
never could break through to their back line, but we ducked
and we bobbed and we wove and we damn well won the game,
15-4.

Edmund: Yes, sir, but the Harrow fullback wasn't armed with a heavy
machine gun.

Melchett: No -- that's a good point. Make a note, Darling...

Darling: Sir.

Melchett: "Recommendation for the Harrow Governors: Heavy machine
guns for fullbacks." Bright idea, Blackadder. (speaks to
Baldrick) Now then, soldier, are you looking forward to
giving those Frenchies a damn good licking?

Darling: Er, no, sir -- it's the Germans we shall be licking, sir.

Melchett: Don't be revolting, Darling! I wouldn't lick a German if he
was glazed in honey!

Darling: Sorry.

Melchett: (back to Baldrick) Now then, soldier, do you love your
country?

Baldrick: Certainly do, sir.

Melchett: And do you love your king?

Baldrick: Certainly don't, sir.

Melchett: And why not?

Baldrick: My mother told me never to trust men with beards, sir.

Melchett: (laughs) Excellent native Cockney wit! (hits Baldrick in
the face; Baldrick falls over) Well, best of luck to you
all. Sorry I can't be with you, but obviously there's no
place at the front for an old general with a dicky heart
and a wooden bladder. By the way, George, if you want to
accompany me back to HQ and watch the results as they come
in, I think I can guarantee a place in the car.

George: Oh, no, thank you, sir -- I wouldn't miss this show for
anything. I am as excited as a very excited person who's
got a special reason to be excited, sir.

Melchett: Excellent! Well, (chuf chuf?) then. See you all in Berlin
for coffee and cakes.

Goerge: Sir. (salutes)

(As Melchett begins to walk out, Darling drinks then spits
out the `coffee'.)

Melchett: What is the matter with you today, Darling? I'm so sorry,
Blackadder. Come on, Darling, we're leaving. (he and
Darling leave)

George: Righto, sir, I'm glad you're not barking anymore.

Edmund: Well, thank you, George -- although quite clearly you are.
You were offered a way out, and you didn't take it.

George: Absolutely not, sir! I can't wait to get stuck into the
Boche!

Edmund: You won't have time to get `stuck into the Boche'! We'll
all be cut to pieces by machine gun fire before we can say
"charge."

George: All right, so, what do we do now?

Baldrick: Can I do my war poem?

Edmund: How hurt would you be if I gave the honest answer, which is
"No, I'd rather French-kiss a skunk"?

Baldrick: So would I, sir!

Edmund: All right. Fire away, Baldrick.

Baldrick: "Hear the words I sing / War's a horrid thing / So I sing
sing sing / ding-a-ling-a-ling."

George: (applauding) Oh, bravo, yes!

Edmund: Yes. Well, it started badly, it tailed off a little in the
middle, and the less said about the end, the better. But,
apart than that, excellent.

Baldrick: Oh, shall I do another one, then, sir?

Edmund: No -- we wouldn't want to exhaust you.

Baldrick: No, don't worry; I could go on all night.

Edmund: Not with a bayonet through your neck, you couldn't!

Baldrick: This one is called "The German Guns."

George: Oh, spiffing! Yes, let's hear that!

Baldrick: "Boom boom boom boom / Boom boom boom / BOOM BOOM, BOOM
BOOM--

Edmund: "BOOM BOOM BOOM"?

Baldrick: How did you guess, sir?

George: I say, sir! That is spooky!

Edmund: I'm sorry, I think I've got to get out of here!!!

Baldrick: Well, I have a cunning plan, sir.

Edmund: All right, Baldrick -- for old time's sake.

Baldrick: Well, you phone Field Marshal Haig, sir, and you ask him to
get you out of here.

Edmund: (stands) Baldrick, even by your standards it's pathetic!
I've only ever met Field Marshal Haig once, it was twenty
years ago, and, my god, you've got it, you've got it! (he
kisses Baldrick's hat)

Baldrick: Well, if I've got it, you've got it too, now, sir.

Edmund: I can't believe I've been so stupid! One phone call will do
it -- one phone call and I'll be free. Let's see, it's
3.30 a.m.; I'll call about quarter to six. Excellent,
excellent. Well, I'll get packing.

George: You know, I won't half miss you chaps after the war.

Baldrick: Don't worry, Lieutenant; I'll come visit you.

George: Will you really? Oh bravo! Yes, jump into the old jalopy
and come down and stay in the country, and we can relive
the old times.

Edmund: What, dig a hole in the garden, fill it with water, and get
your gamekeeper to shoot at us all day?

George: You know, that's the thing I don't really understand about
you, Cap. You're a professional soldier, and yet, sometimes
you sound as though you bally well haven't enjoyed
soldiering at all.

Edmund: Well, you see, George, I did like it, back in the old days
when the prerequisite of a British campaign was that the
enemy should under no circumstances carry guns -- even
spears made us think twice. The kind of people we liked to
fight were two feet tall and armed with dry grass.

George: Now, come off it, sir -- what about Mboto Gorge, for
heaven's sake?

Edmund: Yes, that was a bit of a nasty one -- ten thousand Watusi
warriors armed to the teeth with kiwi fruit and guava
halves. After the battle, instead of taking prisoners, we
simply made a huge fruit salad. No, when I joined up, I
never imagined anything as awful as this war. I'd had
fifteen years of military experience, perfecting the art of
ordering a pink gin and saying "Do you do it doggy-doggy?"
in Swahili, and then suddenly four-and-a-half million
heavily armed Germans hoved into view. That was a shock,
I can tell you.

Baldrick: (polishing boots with a dead rat) I thought it was going to
be such fun, too -- we all did -- joining the local
regiment and everything: The Turnip Street Workhouse
Powers. It was great. I'll never forget it. It was the
first time I ever felt really popular. Everyone was
cheering, throwing flowers. Some girl even come up and
kissed me.

Edmund: Poor woman -- first casualty of the war.

Baldrick: I loved the training; all we had to do was bayonet sacks
full of straw. Even I could do that. I rememeber saying to
my mum, "These sacks will be easy to outwit in a battle
situation." And then, shortly after, we all met up, didn't
we? just before Christmas, 1914.

George: Yes, that's right. I'd just arrived and we had that
wonderful Christmas truce. Do you remember, sir? We could
hear "Silent Night" drifting across the still, clear air of
No Man's Land. And then they came, the Germans, emerging
out of the freezing night mist, calling to us, and we
clambered up over the top and went to meet them.

Edmund: Both sides advanced more during one Christmas piss-up than
they managed in the next two-and-a-half years of war.

Baldrick: Do you remember the football match?

Edmund: Remember it? How could I forget it? I was never offside! I
could not believe that decision!

Baldrick: And since then we've been stuck here for three flipping
years! We haven't moved! All my friends are dead: My pet
spider, Sammy; Katie the worm; Bertie the bird -- everyone
except Neville the fat hamster.

Edmund: (having just finished his packing; sits) I'm afraid Neville
bought it too, Baldrick. I'm sorry.

Baldrick: Neville, gone, sir?

Edmund: Actually, not quite gone -- he's in the corner, bunging up
the sink.

Baldrick: (stands) Oh no, it didn't have to happen, sir! If it wasn't
for this terrible war, Neville would still be here today,
sniffling his little nose and going "Eek."

Edmund: On the other hand, if he hadn't died, I wouldn't have been
able to insert a curtain rod in his bottom and use him as a
dishmop.

Baldrick: Why can't we just stop, sir? Why can't we just say, "No
more killing; let's all go home"? Why would it be stupid
just to pack it in, sir, why?

George: Now, now, now, look here, you just stop that concky
[conscientious objector] talk right now, Private. It's,
it's absurd, it's Bolshevism, and it wouldn't work, anyway.

Baldrick: Why not, sir?

George: "Why not?" Well, what do you mean? "Why wouldn't it work?"
It-- It wouldn't work, Private-- It wouldn't work because,
there, well, now, you just get on with polishing those
boots, all right? and let's have a little bit less of that
lip! (to Edmund) I think I managed to crush the mutiny
there, sir. Well, to think, sir: in just a few hours, we'll
be off. Of course, not that I wouldn't miss all this, sir.
I mean, we've had some good times; we've had damnably good
laughs, eh?

Edmund: Yes -- can't think of any specific ones, myself, but...


(Melchett's office. Darling is asleep at the desk. Melchett comes in with
a candle. He is wearing a robe, and a hairnet for his moustache.)

Melchett: Darling.

Darling: (with a start, stands) Sir!

Melchett: Oh, sit sit sit sit... Can't sleep either, eh?

Darling: Er, no, sir -- thinking about the Push, sir, hoping the
Boche will forget to set their alarm clocks, oversleep, and
still be in their pyjamas when our boys turn up, sir.

Melchett: Yes, yes. I've been thinking, too, Darling.

Darling: Sir?

Melchett: You know, over these last few years, I've come to think of
you as a sort of son. Not a favourite son, of course --
lord, no! -- more a sort of illegitimate backstairs sort of
sprog, you know: a sort of spotty squit that nobody really
likes. But, nonetheless, still fruit of my overactive
loins.

Darling: Thank you, sir.

Melchett: And I want to do what's best for you, Darling, so I've
given it a great deal of thought, and I want you to have
this. (picks up a piece of paper from the desk and hands
it to Darling)

Darling: A postal order for ten shillings...

Melchett: No, sorry -- that's my godson's wedding present. (picks up
another piece of paper) Here.

Darling: Er, no, sir -- this is the commission for the front line,
sir. (holds it out, to give it back)

Melchett: Yes. I've been awfully selfish, Darling, keeping you back
here instead of letting you join in the fun and games.
This will let you get to the front line immediately!

Darling: But, but, sir, I, I don't want to.

Melchett: ...to leave me? Heh, I appreciate that, Darling, but, damn
it, I'll just have to enter Berlin without someone to carry
my feathery hat.

Darling: (stands) No, sir, I don't want to go into battle.

Melchett: ...without me. I know. But I'm too old, Darling. I'm just
going to have to sit this one out on the touchline with the
halftime oranges and the fat, wheezy boys with a note from
matron, while you young-bloods link arms and go together
for the glorious final scrumdown.

Darling: No, sir... (walks around the desk to Melchett) You're,
you're not listening, sir. I'm begging you, please -- for
the sake of all the times I've helped you with your dicky
bows and dicky bladder -- please (falls to his knees),
don't make me--

Melchett: ...make you go through the farewell debagging ceremony in
the mess. Heh! No, I've spared you that, too, you
touchingly sentimental young booby! Look: no fuss, no
bother -- the driver is already here.

Darling: (turns, still on his knees, as the door opens; a shadow of
the driver is cast from the bright light in the next room
[extra bright for dramatic effect]; the driver salutes)
But--

Melchett: No, no -- not a word, Kevin. I know what you want to say. I
know. (Darling stands slowly) Goodbye, Kevin Darling.
(salutes)

Darling: (frightened, salutes) Goodbye, sir.


(dawn, in the dugout)

Baldrick: (enters) It's stopped raining at last, sir, begging your
pardon -- looks like we might have a nice day for it.

George: Yes, it's nearly morning...

Edmund: (peeks outside) Good lord -- so it is. Right, time to make
my call. (winds the telephone) Hello? Field Marshal Sir
Douglas Haig, please. Yes, it's urgent...

(Haig picks up and is looking over a model of the battlefield.)

Haig: Haig.

Edmund: Hello, Sir Douglas.

Haig: Who is this?

Edmund: Captain Blackadder, sir, erstwhile of the 1945th East
African rifles.

Haig: Good lord! Blacky! (knocks down an entire line of model
soldiers)

Edmund: Yes, sir.

Haig: I haven't seen you since... (knocks down the second line of
model soldiers on the same side)

Edmund: '92, sir -- Mboto Gorge.

Haig: By jingo, yes. We sure gave those pygmies a good squashing.

Edmund: We certainly did, sir. And do you remember...?

Haig: My god, yes. You saved my damn life that day, Blacky. If it
weren't for you, that pygmy woman with the sharpened mango
could have seriously...

Edmund: Well, exactly, sir. And do you remember then that you said
that if I was ever in real trouble and I really needed a
favour that I was to call you and you'd do everything you
could to help me?

Haig: (sweeps the fallen soldier models into a dustpan) Yes, yes,
I do, and I stick by it. You know me -- not a man to change
my mind.

Edmund: No -- we've noticed that.

Haig: So what do you want? Spit it out, man. (hurls the dead
platoon over his shoulder)

Edmund: Well, you see, sir, it's the Big Push today, and I'm not
all that keen to go over the top.

Haig: (sits) Oh, I see. Well...

Edmund: It was a viciously sharp slice of mango, wasn't it, sir...

Haig: (fiddles with one of the soldiers) Well, this is most
irregular, but, erm, all right. If I do fix it for you, I
never want to hear from you again, is that clear?

Edmund: Suits me, Douggy.

Haig: Very well. Listen carefully, Blackadder; I won't repeat
this. Put your underpants on your head and stick two
pencils up your nose. They'll think you're crazy and send
you home. Right, favour returned. (hangs up)

Edmund: (hanging up his end) I think the phrase rhymes with
`clucking bell'.

Baldrick: Does that mean you'll going over the top, now, sir?

(phone rings, Edmund quickly picks it up)

Edmund: Field Marshal?

Melchett: (on the other end, laughs) Well, not quite, Blackadder --
at least not yet. No, I just wanted to let you know I've
sent a little surprise over for you.

(Darling enters, wearing helmet)

George: Sir! (salutes)

Edmund: (hangs up the phone, turns) Captain Darling...

Darling: Captain Blackadder.

Edmund: Here to join us for the last waltz?

Darling: (nervous) Erm, yes -- tired of folding the general's
pyjamas.

George: Well, this is splendid, comradely news! Together, we'll
fight for king and country, and be sucking sausages in
Berlin by teatime.

Edmund: Yes, I hope their cafes are well stocked; everyone seems
determined to eat out the moment they arrive.

George: No, really, this is brave, splendid and noble! Sir?

Edmund: Yes, Lieutenant?

George: I'm scared, sir.

Baldrick: I'm scared too, sir.

George: I mean, I'm the last of the tiddlywinking leapfroggers from
the Golden Summer of 1914. I don't want to die. I'm really
not overkeen on dying at all, sir.

Edmund: How are you feeling, Darling?

Darling: Erm, not all that good, Blackadder -- rather hoped I'd get
through the whole show; go back to work at Pratt & Sons;
keep wicket for the Croydon gentlemen; marry Doris... Made
a note in my diary on my way here. Simply says, "Bugger."

Edmund: Well, quite.

(a voice outside gives orders)

Voice: (??)! (??)!

Edmund: Ah well, come on. Let's move.

Voice: Fix bayonets!

(They start to go outside)

Edmund: Don't forget your stick, Lieutenant.

George: Oh no, sir -- wouldn't want to face a machine gun without
this!

(outside, they all line up as the shelling stops)

Darling: Listen! Our guns have stopped.

George: You don't think...?

Baldrick: Maybe the war's over. Maybe it's peace!

George: Well, hurrah! The big knobs have gone round the table and
yanked the iron out of the fire!

Darling: Thank God! We lived through it! The Great War: 1914-1917.

George: Hip hip!

All but Edmund: Hurray!

Edmund: (loading his revolver) I'm afraid not. The guns have
stopped because we're about to attack. Not even our
generals are mad enough to shell their own men. They think
it's far more sporting to let the Germans do it.

George: So we are, in fact, going over. This is, as they say, it.

Edmund: I'm afraid so, unless I think of something very quickly.

Voice: Company, one pace forward!

(everyone steps forward)

Baldrick: Ooh, there's a nasty splinter on that ladder, sir! A bloke
could hurt himself on that.

Voice: Stand ready!

(everyone puts a foot forward)

Baldrick: I have a plan, sir.

Edmund: Really, Baldrick? A cunning and subtle one?

Baldrick: Yes, sir.

Edmund: As cunning as a fox who's just been appointed Professor of
Cunning at Oxford University?

Baldrick: Yes, sir.

Voice: On the signal, company will advance!

Edmund: Well, I'm afraid it'll have to wait. Whatever it was, I'm
sure it was better than my plan to get out of this by
pretending to be mad. I mean, who would have noticed
another madman round here?

(whistle blows)

Edmund: Good luck, everyone. (blows his whistle)

(Everyone yells as they go over the top. German guns fire before
they're even off the ladders. The scene changes to slow motion,
and explosions happen all around them. [An echoed piano slowly
plays the Blackadder theme.] The smoke and flying earth begins to
obscure vision as the view changes to the battlefield moments
later: empty and silent with barbed wire, guns and bodies strewn
across it. [A bass drum beats slowly.] That view in turn changes
to the same field as it is today: overgrown with grasses and
flowers, peaceful, with chirping birds.)

B L A C K A D D E R
(C) BBC tv MCMLXXXIX


Johan :lol:
29th Let's Go!!!!!
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Sjeez wat ne lap tekst :S
Starting up again
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tekst op een Britse Horsa zweefvliegtuig, destinend for Arnhem " Wot no Engines?"

Parachute Battalion Officer says to one of his Officers after seeing there own guns firing up on a Dutch house, which blew of the rooftop:

" I bet the landlord wouldn't like that!"
Red Devils of Arnhem/Oosterbeek
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Wow idd een lap text!!
Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience
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Man: "Eddie, what's your last name? "
Eddie: "Hitler. "
Man: "Related to...? "
Eddie: "YES!"

Uit Bottom, de heren zijn ook te zien in Guesthouse Paradiso! _/-\o_ _/-\o_
( Rik Mayall en Adrian Edmunson, ook bekend van The Young Ones. )
Zo hier en daar is nog genoeg te zien!
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