Uncle! Aunt! Greetings! How nice it is to see you again. [kisses her cheeks]
WLady Whiteadder
[slaps him twice on the cheek] Wicked child, don't lie! Everyone hates us, and you know it!
Er, yes. Uh, may I introduce my friend, Lord Percy.
Well, well, well, Eddie. You didn't tell me you had such a good-looking aunt. Good morrow to thee, gorgeousness. I know what I like, and I like what I see.
WLady Whiteadder
[slaps him on the cheek] Begone, Satan!
Yes, well, I hope you had a pleasant inheritance. Did I say "inheritance"? I meant "journey". [enters his room] If you'd just like to help yourselves to a legacy, uh, a chair.
WLady Whiteadder
Chair?! You have chairs in your house?!
WLady Whiteadder
[slaps him twice on the cheek] Wicked child! Chairs are an invention of Satan! In our house, Nathaniel sits on a spike.
WLady Whiteadder
I sit on Nathaniel. Two spikes would be an extravagance.
WLady Whiteadder
[sits down] We shall suffer comfort this once. We'll just have to stick forks in our legs between courses. I trust you remember we eat no meat?
Heaven forbid! Here we feast only on God's lovely turnip, mashed.
WLady Whiteadder
Mashed?!
WLady Whiteadder
[slaps him twice on the cheek] Wicked child! Mashing is also the work of Beelzebub! For Satan saw God's blessed turnip, and he envied it and mashed it to spoil its sacred shape! I shall have my turnip as God intended.
Will you fetch my dear aunt a raw turnip, please.
Just do it. [to Lord Whiteadder] So, Uncle, will you have your turnip as God intended?
WLady Whiteadder
He will not answer you. He has taken a vow of silence. I believe that silence is golden.
WLady Whiteadder
Let us discuss your inheritance.
Ah, yes, good. Um, a little drink first, perhaps?
WLady Whiteadder
Drink?! [slaps him twice on the cheek] Wicked child! Drink is urine for the last leper in Hell!
No, no, this is only water. This is a house of simple purity.
[The door behind Edmund opens, revealing one of the partygoers, Freddy Frobisher, who stumbles through the door, runs past Edmund and Lady Whiteadder and vomits loudly into the fireplace behind Percy]
FFFreddy Frobisher
[stumbles back to the door] Great booze-up, Edmund! [staggers out into the hallway, giving a loud cheer]
[Percy hides his face in his hand, the Whiteadders look on in silent dismay, and Blackadder stays completely still and silent]
WLady Whiteadder
Do you know that man?
WLady Whiteadder
He called you 'Edmund'.
Oh, know him? Oh yes, I do.
WLady Whiteadder
Then can you explain what he meant by "great booze-up"?
[thinks for nearly a whole minute. Haltingly] Yes, I can. My friend is a missionary, and on his last visit abroad, brought back with him the chief of a famous tribe. His name is Great Boo. He's been suffering from sleeping sickness, and he's obviously just woken. Because, as you heard, Great Boo's up.
And I think I might just go and visit him. Percy, over to you.
[comes back, now very drunk, and wearing the cardinal's hat] Percy, I lost the bet.
WLady Whiteadder
[shocked] Edmund, explain yourself!
I can't. Not just like that. I'm a complicated person, you see, Auntie. Sometimes I'm nice, and sometimes I'm nasty! Hehe! And sometimes I just like to sing little songs like, See the little goblin-
WLady Whiteadder
I mean explain why you are wearing a cardinal's hat, why you are grinning inanely, and... [Edmund falls over onto a chair with his back facing the table] ...why you have an ostrich feather sticking out of your britches.
I'm wearing a cardinal's hat because I'm Cardinal Chunder. I have an ostrich feather up my bottom because Mr. Ostrich put it there to keep in the little pixies. And I'm grinning inanely because I think I've just about succeeded in conning you and your daft husband out of a whopping great inheritance. Eeheeheeheeheehee!
WLady Whiteadder
Is that right?! May I remind you, cursed creature, that your inheritance depends upon not drinking and not gambling!
Oh yes. Damn. Percy, the devil farts in my face once more.
WLady Whiteadder
Not mentioning farts was also a condition.
Shove off, you old trout.
WLady Whiteadder
[offended] How dare you speak to my husband like that! Nathaniel, we're leaving! [to Percy] And you.
WLady Whiteadder
Has anyone ever told you you're a giggling imbecile?
[The Whiteadders head out into the hallway, Lady Whiteadder slamming the door behind her]
Good riddance, you old witch. [a knock on the door] Oops, she's forgotten her broomstick.
NWLord Nathaniel Whiteadder
[opens the door; breaking the vow of silence] Look... [looks behind him, then turns back to Blackadder] I just wanted to say thanks for a splendid evening! Yes, first rate all around. Particularly your jester. By the way, I loved the turnip. [snickers] Very funny. Exactly the same shape as a thingy! [leaves]