Black-Adder II1986

Blackadder:
This place smells worse than a pair of armored trousers after the Hundred Year War. Baldrick! Have you been eating dung again?

Lord Percy:
My Lord! I have waited on your return!

[Percy hugs Blackadder]

Blackadder:
And thank God you did, Percy, for I was just thinking to myself, "My God, I die in 12 hours, what I really need now is a hug from a complete prat."

Lord Percy:
After literally an hour's ceaseless searching, I have succeeded in creating gold, pure gold.

Blackadder:
Are you sure?

Lord Percy:
Yes, my lord. Behold.

Blackadder:
Percy... it's green.

Lord Percy:
That's right, my lord.

Blackadder:
Yes, Percy, I don't want to be pedantic or anything, but the colour of gold is gold. That's why it's *called* gold. What you have discovered, if it has a name, is "green".

Lord Percy:
Oh, Edmund, can it be true, that I hold here in my mortal hand a nugget of purest green?

Blackadder:
Indeed you do, Percy, except, of course, it's not really a nugget, it's more of a splat.

Lord Percy:
Well, yes, a splat today... but tomorrow - who knows, or dares to dream?

Blackadder:
So we three alone in all the world can produce the finest green at will?

Lord Percy:
Just so. Not sure about counting in Baldrick, actually.