Blackadder

Blackadder:
[opens the door to find that Pitt is behind the door] Well, well, well, if it isn't the Lord Privy Toast-rack! Pull up a muffin, sit yourself down!

Pitt:
You don't like me, do you, Mr. Blackadder?

Blackadder:
[triumphant] Well, nobody likes a loser.

Pitt:
Oh... Then that must be why nobody likes you.

Blackadder:
[caught offguard] What?!

Pitt:
You lost the vote - your monkey obligingly voted for us.

Blackadder:
Oh, God... If you want something done properly, kill Baldrick before you start!

Pitt:
You're beaten, oink... [refers to Prince George for the next segment of his statement] ...And you and your disgusting master have 24 hours to get out!

Blackadder:
24 hours is a long time in politics. [prepares to close the door] Good day.

Pitt:
[Blackadder stops bringing the door to close when Pitt halts him briefly] Also... I get so lonely and confused... I've written a poem about it... Maybe you'll understand... "Why do nice girls hate me? Why---"

Blackadder:
[starts forcing Pitt away] Now get out, you nauseating adolescent! [Pitt walks off when he is forced] Piss off! [shuts the door]