“Unfortunately, most of the infantry think you're a prat! Ask them who they'd prefer to meet: Squadron Commander Flashheart and the man who cleans out the public toilets in Aberdeen and they'd go for Wee Jock “Poo-Pong" McPlop, every time!”
Prof. Lewis: You know when you tread in cack, and then you take another step and tread in more cack?
Baddiel: So both your feet are covered in cack?
Prof Lewis: Yes.
Baddiel: I am familiar with that occurrence, yes.
Prof. Lewis: That's your trainers, that is. That's your new £100 Reebok trainers.
‘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?’
And you know he still had the audacity to to come out with "Ughghghhhghghhh I'm dying!"
I’m going out sh*tting myself with f*cking fear and f*cking cancer which God so kindly provided. Without that, we wouldn’t have a way to die would we? How f*cking good of him. He can’t just torment us with being eternally young and being able to f*ck everyone. No. He gave us his great gift of f*cking cancer