Lord Melchett and Blackadder in “Unfinished Business”

What say you, Blackadder, I sing a song to keep our spirits up?

Well, that all depends on whether you want the slop bucket over your head or not.

Well, then perhaps some pleasant word game?

Yes, alright. Make a sentence out of the following words: face, sodding, your, shut.

For god's sake, man! We must do something to relieve our minds of the terrible fate that awaits us!

Awaits you, Melchy, not me. How's my beard looking?

Oh, alas! Shall I never see England more? Her rolling fields, her swooping swallows...

And her playful sheep.