Blackadder

[Last lines of the series; Blackadder, Baldrick, George and Darling are ready to go over the top]

Darling:
Listen... Our guns have stopped.

George:
You don't think...?

Baldrick:
[with rising hope] Maybe... the war's over. Maybe it's peace!

George:
[overjoyed] Oh, hurrah! The big knobs have gone round the table and yanked the iron out of the fire!

Darling:
[also overjoyed] Thank God! We lived through it! The Great War, 1914 to 1917!

George:
Hip-hip...

George, Baldrick and Darling:
HOORAY!

Blackadder:
[sadly] I'm afraid... not. The guns have stopped because we're about to attack. Not even our generals are mad enough to shell their own men. They think it's far more sporting to let the Germans do it.

George:
[afraid] So we are, in fact, going over? This is, as they say, "it"?

Blackadder:
I'm afraid so. Unless I can think of something very quickly.

Captain in background:
COMPANY, ONE PACE FORWARD! [the group obey]

Baldrick:
Oh, there's a nasty splinter on that ladder, sir! A bloke could hurt himself on that!

Captain in background:
STAND READY!

Baldrick:
I have... a plan, sir.

Blackadder:
Really, Baldrick? A cunning and subtle one?

Baldrick:
Yes, sir.

Blackadder:
As cunning as a fox who's just been appointed Professor of Cunning at Oxford University?

Baldrick:
Yes, sir.

Captain in background:
ON THE SIGNAL, COMPANY WILL ADVANCE!

Blackadder:
Well, I'm afraid it'll have to wait. Whatever it was, I'm sure it was better than my plan to get out of this by pretending to be mad. I mean, who would have noticed another madman round here? [a whistle is heard] Good luck, everyone. [blows whistle, and they go over the top]