Blackadder

Blackadder:
You're a one, aren't you?! When you should be whispering sweet conversational nothings like "Goodness, something twice the size of the Royal Barge has just hoved into view between the sheets", you don't say a word. But enter the Creature from the Black Latrine, and you won't stop jabbering!

Molly:
He was treating me like a human being!

Blackadder:
Look, if I had wanted a lecture of the rights of man, I'd have gone to bed with Martin Luther!