Blackadder Goes Forth1989

Lord Flasheart:
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a minute. Now I may be packing the kind of tackle that you'd normally expect to find swinging about between the hindlegs of a Grand National winner, but I'm not totally stupid. I've got the kind of feeling you'd rather we hadn't come.

Captain Blackadder:
No, no, no, I'm very grateful. It's just that I'd slow you up.

Lord Flasheart:
I think I'm beginning to understand.

Captain Blackadder:
Are... are you?

Lord Flasheart:
Just because I can give multiple orgasms to the furniture just by sitting on it, doesn't mean that I'm not sick of this damn war: the blood, the noise, the endless poetry.