Who gets the last word in?

:eek: The almighty Rusty made a mistake!! ;)

No i win Sage. :p


Prince George: Ah, Blackadder. It has been a wild afternoon full of strange omens. Good portents for your duel, do you think?

Edmund: Not very good sir. I'm afraid the duel is off.

Prince George: OFF?

Edmund: As in "sod". I'm not doing it.

Prince George: By thunder, here's a pretty game. You will stay, sir, and do duty by your Prince. Or I shall...

Edmund: Or what? You port-brained twerp. I've looked after all you my life. Even when we were babies I had to show which bit of your mother was serving the drinks.

Prince George: (kneels) Please please. You've got to help me. I don't want to die. I've got so much to give. I want more time.

Edmund: A poignant plea sir. Enough to melt the stoniest of hearts. But the answer, I'm afraid, must remain: "You're going to die, fat pig."
 
If you say so. :rolleyes: :p

Edmund: (reads) "Dear Enemy: I curse you, and hope that something slightly unpleasant happens to you, like an onion falling on your head."

Edmund: (reads) "Dear Enemy: may the Lord hate you and all your kind, may you be turned orange in hue, and may your head fall off at an awkward moment."

:grin:
 
Yes, and now i'm going home. :grin:


See you later............


Edmund: "And in Genoa, it is the custom to stand with one foot in a bucket, pin a live frog to one's shoulder braid, and go 'Bibble' at passers-by."

:p