Blackadder

Ludwig:
Ah! Qveen Elizabeth. We meet again!

Queenie:
Um, I don't think so, actually.

Ludwig:
Yes! You remember when you were young, and your father used to take you riding on a magnificent grey pony that you used to kiss and fondle in the stable yard?.

Queenie:
Yes.

Ludwig:
I, I was the tall and attractive German stable lad who held him.

Queenie:
No!

Ludwig:
Yes!

Queenie:
You?

Ludwig:
Uh-huh.

Queenie:
Shorty-Greasy-Spot-Spot?

Ludwig:
NO! NO, NO, NO! You will - all of you - regret the day that you ever mocked my complexion! I shall return and wreak my rewengie!