Blackadder

Blackadder:
CRISIS, BALDRICK, CRISIS! NO MONEY, NO MARRIAGE, MORE BILLS! For the first time in my life, I've decided to follow a suggestion of yours. Saddle Prince George's horse!

Baldrick:
Oh sir, you're not becoming a highwayman?

Blackadder:
[sarcastic] No, I'm auditioning for the part of Arnold the Bat in Sheridan's new comedy!

Baldrick:
Oh, that's alright then.

Blackadder:
Baldrick, have you no idea what irony is?

Baldrick:
Yeah, it's like goldy or bronzey, only it's made of iron. [pause]

Blackadder:
Never mind, never mind. Just saddle the Prince's horse!

Baldrick:
That'll be difficult; he wrapped her round that gas lamp in the Strand last night!

Blackadder:
Well saddle my horse, then!

Baldrick:
What'd you think you've been eating for the last two months!?

Blackadder:
Well go out into the street and hire me a horse!

Baldrick:
Hire a horse!? For ninepence? On Jewish New Year in the rain!? A bare fortnight after the dreaded Horse Plague of Old London Town!? With the blacksmith's strike in its fifteenth week and the Dorset Horse Fetishists Fair tomorrow!? [pause, then Blackadder hurls a saddle and bridle at Baldrick]

Blackadder:
Well get this on, then. It looks as though you could do with the exercise!