Blackadder Goes Forth1989

Lord Flasheart:
You look like a decent British bloke. I'll park the old booties on you if that's okay.

Private Baldrick:
It would be an honour, my Lord.

Lord Flasheart:
Of course it would! Ha!

Lord Flasheart:
[Flashheart rests his feet on Baldrick's back and sighs] Have you any idea what it's like to have the wind rushing through your hair, George?

Lieutenant George:
No, Sir.

Lord Flasheart:
[Flashheart breaks wind in Baldrick's face] He has!