“Something wrong, Mister B?” – Baldrick

Baldrick

Something wrong, Mister B?

I've just about had it up to here with the prince! If he keeps this up, I'll be handing in my notice!

Baldrick

Ooh, does that mean I'll be butler?

Not unless some kindly passing surgeon cuts your head open with a spade and sticks a new brain in it. I don't know why I put up with it. I really don't. Every year at the Guild of Butlers Christmas party, I'm the one who has to wear the red nose and the pointy hat for winning the "Who's Got The Stupidest Master?" competition! All I can say is, he'd better watch out. One more foot wrong, and the contract between us will be as broken as this milk jug.

Baldrick

But that milk jug isn't broken.

You really do walk into these things, don't you, Baldrick? [smashes the milk jug over Baldrick's head]