Blackadder

Blackadder:
How are we getting on?

Lady Whiteadder:
Not good. Let us discuss your inheritance.

Blackadder:
Oh good. Drink, first?

Lady Whiteadder:
Drink!? [slaps him twice] Wicked child! Drink is urine from the last leper in Hell!

Blackadder:
This is only water. This is a house of simple purity.

[A drunken Monk bursts into Blackadder's Puritan dinner, vomits in the fireplace and staggers out]

Monk:
GREAT BOOZE-UP, EDMUND! [There is an awkward silence]

Lady Whiteadder:
Do you know that man?

Blackadder:
[looking behind him for another man] No.

Lady Whiteadder:
He called you Edmund.

Blackadder:
Oh, know him! Oh yes, I do.

Lady Whiteadder:
Then can you explain what he meant by "Great booze-up?"

[Very long pause, as Blackadder thinks]

Blackadder:
[haltingly] Yes, I can. My friend is a missionary... And on his last visit abroad... Brought back with him the chief of a famous tribe... His name is Great Boo... He's been suffering from sleeping sickness... And he's obviously just woken... Because, as you heard, "Great Boo's up."

Percy:
[almost suffocating from holding his breath] Well done, Edmund.

Blackadder:
[getting up] And I think I'd better go and visit him. Perce, over to you.