Blackadder, Mrs. Miggins and others in “Unfinished Business”

Morning, Mrs. Miggins.

Mrs. Miggins

Bonjour, monsieur.

[disgusted] What?

Mrs. Miggins

Bonjour, monsieur. It's French.

So is eating frogs, cruelty to geese and urinating in the street. But that's no reason to inflict it on the rest of us.

Mrs. Miggins

But French is all the fashion! My coffee shop is full of Frenchies, and it's all because of that wonderful Scarlet Pimpernel!

The Scarlet Pimpernel is not wonderful, Mrs Miggins. There is no reason whatsoever to admire someone for filling London with a bunch of garlic-chewing French toffs, crying "Oh-la-la" and looking for sympathy all the time just cos their fathers had their heads cut off. I'll have a cup of coffee, and some shepherd's pie.

Mrs. Miggins

Oh, we don't serve pies any more! My French clientèle consider pies uncouth.

I hardly think a nation that eats snails and would go to bed with the kitchen sink if it put on a tutu is in any position to preach couthness. So what is on the menu?

Mrs. Miggins

Well, today's hot choice is Chicken Pimpernel in a Scarlet Sauce, Scarlet Chicken in a Pimpernel Sauce, or Huge Suspicious-Looking Sausages in a Scarlet Pimpernel Sauce.

What exactly is Scarlet Pimpernel Sauce?

Mrs. Miggins

You take a large ripe frog, you squeeze it-

Yes, alright. Thank you. I'm off to the pub.

Ah, bonjour, monsieur.

Sod off. [leaves]