Blackadder Goes Forth1989

Captain Darling:
Excuse me, Sir

Lord Flasheart:
Yes, yes, prat at the back.

Captain Darling:
I'm sure we'd all like to know... Why are you called the Twenty Minuters?

Lieutenant George:
Oh, Mr Thicko, fancy not knowing that!

Lord Flasheart:
It's simple! The life expectancy of a new pilot is twenty minutes!

Captain Blackadder:
Life *expectancy* of twenty minutes?

Lord Flasheart:
That's right! Goggles on, last one back's a homo! Hooray!

[Flash leaves with the other trainees, leaving Blackadder and George in their seats]

Captain Blackadder:
So we take off in ten minutes, we're in the air for twenty minutes, so we should be dead by twenty five to ten.

Lieutenant George:
Hairy blighters, sir, this is a bit of a turn-up for the plus fours.