Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ah, right.
You do have another son, My Lord.
What?
What is that?
is slightly less blue than something else you have never seen.
Doncaster! That great radish!
Yes, that's the kind of thing.
(Speaks Spanish)
Huh?
(Speaks passionately in Spanish)
(Low voice) Brilliant. Quite, quite brilliant.
For I'm yours, and yours alone.
# Black Adder, Black Adder
A kind of pudding, made with bread and butter and raisins.
— Please, tell me. — All right.
— My Lord. — Yes.
My lord, I bring tragic news Judge Dredd is dead.
The famous Stone of Galveston, My Lord.
Here I am, awaiting the arrival of the beautiful, ravishing...
"And may he in turn cherrys you.”
Mmm!
I'd swear those were dog bites.
Well, it's a famous blue stone
But tell me anyway.
My Lord, news. The King of France sends his greetings.
Er, w—w—w—well...
No! That'll be the Earl of Doncaster.
# Black Adder, Black Adder
Urgh! Edmund! I thought you your brother.
Well, yes, she was...a bit of an animal.
No, My Lord.
Prince Edmund, this is Thomas.
Come on, hurry up.
And I'm yours.
— Edmund, My Lord. — Yes, Osmond.
Or I'll eat her. Argh!
I've jotted it down. Should help break the ice with the Infanta.
My love, save me.
(King) Ah, good. Good!
If 1 haven't got a son to marry her, the whole plan falls apart.
What...is...he...like?
(Infanta groans) Mas!
Chiswick, take this to the Queen of Naples.
Sorry, what can I do? Politics.