Blackadder

Blackadder:
Oh god, why do they bother?

George:
Well, it's to kill Jerry, isn't it, sir?

Blackadder:
Yes, but Jerry is safe underground in concrete bunkers. We've shot off over a million cannon shells, and what's the result? One dachshund with a slight limp. [Looks out of the trench] SHUT UP!!!

[All the noises stop, except for the gramophone player in the background.]

Blackadder:
Thank you. Right, I'm off to bed where I intend to sleep until my name changes to Rip van Adder.