Blackadder

Nurse Mary:
Well, sir, I'm only a humble nurse, but I did at one point think it might be Captain Darling.

Melchett:
Well, bugger me with a fishfork! Old Darling, a Jerry Morse-tapper?! What on Earth made you suspect him?

Nurse Mary:
Well, he pooh-poohed the captain here and said that he'd never find the spy.

Melchett:
[seriously] Is this true, Blackadder? Did Captain Darling pooh-pooh you?

Blackadder:
Well, perhaps a little.

Melchett:
Well then, damn it all, how much more evidence do you need? The pooh-poohing alone is a court-martial offence!

Blackadder:
I can assure you, sir, that the pooh-poohing was purely circumstantial.

Melchett:
Well, I hope so, Blackadder. You know, if there's one thing I've learned from being in the army, it's never ignore a pooh-pooh! I knew a major: got pooh-poohed; made the mistake of ignoring the pooh-pooh -- he pooh-poohed it! Fatal error, because it turned out all along that the soldier who pooh-poohed him had been pooh-poohing a lot of other officers, who pooh-poohed their pooh-poohs! In the end, we had to disband the regiment! Morale totally destroyed... by pooh-pooh!

[Blackadder and Nurse Mary both look extremely bored; Mary has begun reading an 'Ideas' magazine. During the next line, she looks around nervously and puts the paper down, sitting on it]

Blackadder:
Yes, I think we might be drifting slightly from the point here, sir, which is that, unfortunately, and to my lasting regret, Captain Darling is not the spy.