Blackadder

Edmund: Why? Because, Percy, far from being a fit consort for the Prince of the Realm, you would bore the leggings off the village idiot. You ride a horse rather less well than another horse would. Your brain would make a grain of sand look large and ungainly and the part of that can't be mentioned, I am reliably informed by the women of the Court, wouldn't be worth mentioning even if it could be. If you put on a floppy hat and a funny cod-piece, you might just get by as a fool, but since you wouldn't know a joke if it got up and gave you a haircut, I doubt it. That's why you're dismissed. Percy: Oh, I see. Edmund: And as for you, Baldrick. Baldrick: You're out too. Baldrick: Fair enough.

Prince Edmund: (weakly) Harry...what are my chances? Harry: Oh, very good. Queen Gertrud: He will live? Harry: Living? Oh, I thought you meant of going to heaven. Prince Edmund: (weakly) Damn.