Ha! Got him with my subtle plan. –I can't see any subtle plan. –Baldrick, you wouldn't see a subtle plan if it painted itself purple and danced naked on top of a harpsichord singing Subtle Plans Are Here Again.
Oh dear, Mr. Baldrick. It looks as though we're in for a bit of a thin Christmas. –Don't you worry, Mr. B. I'm hanging my sock up so Santa'll come down the chimney. –Mr. Baldrick, I guarantee that if there's one thing liable to stop Santa coming down the chimney it's your sock waiting for him at the end of it.
Oh, well, another year without profit. Still, it is Christmas. And let us remember, Mr. Baldrick, that be we as stoney as a Biblical execution it is still the season of good cheer and we have all our Christmas treats.
Cor, that woman's about as subtle as a rhinoceros horn up the backside.
Greetings. I trust that Christmas brings you its traditional mix of good food and violent stomach cramp. –And compliments of the season to you, Blackadder, May the Yuletide log slip from your fire and burn your house down.