Blackadder

Blackadder:
Oh God! Bills, bills, bills. One is born, one runs up bills, one dies! And what have I got to show for it? Nothing! A butler's uniform and a slightly effeminate hairdo! Honestly, Baldrick, I sometimes feel like a pelican: whichever way I turn, I've still got an enormous bill in front of me! Pass the biscuit barrel; let's see what's in the kitty, shall we? [empties it] Ninepence. Oh God, what are we going to do?!

Baldrick:
Don't worry, Mr B.! I have a cunning plan to solve the problem.

Blackadder:
Yes, let us not forget that you solved the problem of your mother's low ceiling by cutting off her head.

Baldrick:
But this is a really good one; you become a dashing highwayman! Then you can pay all your bills and on top of that, everyone'll want to sleep with you!

Blackadder:
Baldrick, I could become a prostitute and pay my bills, and everyone would want to sleep with me, but I do consider certain professions beneath me! Besides which, I fail to see why a common thief should be idolised just because he has a horse between his legs!