Blackadder

Blackadder:
Morning, Mrs Miggins.

Mrs Miggins:
Bonjour, monsieur.

Blackadder:
[disgusted] What?

Mrs Miggins:
Bonjour, monsieur. It's French.

Blackadder:
So is eating frogs, cruelty to geese and urinating in the street. But that's no reason to inflict it on the rest of us!

Mrs Miggins:
But French is all the fashion! My coffee shop is full of Frenchies, and it's all because of that wonderful Scarlet Pimpernel!

Blackadder:
The Scarlet Pimpernel is not wonderful, Mrs Miggins. There is no reason whatsoever to admire someone for filling London with a bunch of garlic-chewing French toffs, crying "Oh-la-la" and looking for sympathy all the time just cos their fathers had their heads cut off! I'll have a cup of coffee, and some shepherd's pie.

Mrs Miggins:
Oh, we don't serve pies any more! My French clientèle consider pies uncouth!

Blackadder:
I hardly think a nation who eats snails and would go to bed with the kitchen sink if it put on a tutu is in any position to preach couthness!