From Blackadder II
Blackadder: Bloody explorers, ponce off
to mumbo-jumbo-land, come home with a tropical disease,
a suntan and a bag of brown lumpy things, and, Bob’s your uncle,
everyone’s got a picture of them in the lavatory. I mean,
what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I’m* the people who do all the work. I mean *look*
at this! [goes to a table at the side of the room and
picks up a small brown thing and holds it up] *What* is it?
Baldrick: Oh, I’m surprised you’ve forgotten, my lord.
Blackadder: I haven’t forgotten; it’s a rhetorical question.
Baldrick: [looking at him] No, it’s a potato.
Blackadder: To you it’s a potato, to me it’s a potato. But to
Sir Walter Bloody Raleigh it’s country estates, fine carriages,
and as many girls as his tongue can cope with. He’s making
a fortune out of the things; people are smoking them,
building houses out of them… They’ll be eating them next.
[shoves it into Baldrick’s chest; Baldrick takes it and looks
at it]
Baldrick: Stranger things have happened.
