Happy Birthday Rik, the world will forever be a much poorer place without you in it
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George: “Crikey! I'm looking forward to today. Up-diddly-up, down-diddly-down, whoops-poop, twiddly-dee, a decent scrap with the fiendish Red Baron, a bit of a jolly old crash landing behind enemy lines, capture, torture, escape & then back home in time for tea & medals.”
Blackadder: “George, who's using the family brain-cell at the moment? This is just the beginning of the training. The beginning of five long months of very clever, very dull men looking at machinery.”
Flashheart: “Hey, girls! Look at my machinery! Enter a man who has no underwear. Ask me why.”
Everyone but Blackadder: “Why do you have no underwear, Lord Flash?”
Flashheart: “Because the pants haven't been built yet that'll take the job on! And that's the type of guy who's doing the training around here. Sit down! Well, well, well, well, well! If it isn't old Captain Slack Bladder.”
Blackadder: “Blackadder.”
Flashheart: “Couldn't resist it, eh, Slack Bladder? Told you you thought I was great. Alright men, let's do-oo-oo it! The first thing to remember is: always treat your kite like you treat your woman!”
George: “How, how do you mean, Sir? Do you mean take her home at weekends to meet your mother?”
Flashheart: “No, I mean get inside her five times a day & take her to heaven and back.”
Blackadder: “I'm beginning to see why the Suffragette Movement want the vote.”
Flashheart: “Hey, hey! Any bird who wants to chain herself to my railings & suffer a jet movement gets my vote. Er, right. Well, I'll see you in ten minutes for take-off.”
Blackadder: “Hang on, hang on! What about the months of training?”
Flashheart: “Hey, wet-pants! This isn't the Womens Auxiliary Balloon Corps. You're in the Twenty Minuters now.”
Darling : “Er, Sir?”
Flashheart: “Prat at the back!”
Darling: “I think we'd all be intrigued to know why you're called the Twenty Minuters.”
George: “Oh, Mister Thicko. Imagine not knowing that.”
Flashheart: “Well, it's simple! The average life expectancy for a new pilot is twenty minutes!”
Darling: “Ah!”
Blackadder: “Life expectancy of twenty minutes.”
Flashheart: “That's right. Goggles on, chocks away, last one back's a ****! Hurray!”
