Blackadder

George:
Sir...I'm scared, sir.

Baldrick:
I'm scared too, sir.

George:
I'm the last of the tiddly-winking leap-froggers from the golden summer of 1914. I don't want to die...I'm really not overly keen on dying at all, sir.

Blackadder:
What about you, Darling? How are you feeling?

Darling:
Ah, not all that good, Blackadder. Rather thought I'd get through the whole show. Go back to working at Pratt and Sons. Keep wicket for the Croydon Gentlemen. Marry Doris. Made a note in my diary on the way here. Simply says... "Bugger".