Blackadder

Blackadder:
Tell me, young crone, is this Putney?

Young Crone:
[cackling] That it be! That it be!

Blackadder:
"Yes, it is," not "That it be". And you don't have to talk in that stupid voice to me, I'm not a tourist! I seek information about a Wise Woman.

Young Crone:
The Wise Woman? The Wise Woman?!

Blackadder:
Yes. The Wise Woman.

Young Crone:
Two things, my Lord, must ye know of the Wise Woman. First... she is a woman! And second... she is...

Blackadder:
Wise?

Young Crone:
[normal] You do know her, then?

Blackadder:
No, just a wild stab in the dark - which, incidentally, is what you'll be getting if you don't start being a bit more helpful! Do you know where she lives?

Young Crone:
'Course.

Blackadder:
Where?

Young Crone:
'Ere. Do you have an appointment?

Blackadder:
No.

Young Crone:
Oh... you can go in anyway.

Blackadder:
Thank you, young crone. Here is a purse of monies... [she tries to grab it] which I'm not going to give to you. [walks in]