Blackadder Goes Forth1989

Lord Flasheart:
Ha! Eat knuckle, fritz!

[punches Blackadder]

Lord Flasheart:
Ugh! How disgusting. A Boche on the sole of my boot. I shall have to find a patch of grass to wipe it on! Probably get shunned in the officers' Mess; sorry about the pong you fellas, trod in a Boche and couldn't get rid of the whiff!

Captain Blackadder:
[getting up] Do you think we could dispense from the hilarious doggie doo metaphor for a moment. I'm not a Boche, this is a British trench.

Lord Flasheart:
Is it? Well, that's a piece of luck. Thought I'd landed sausage side. Ha! Mind if I use your phone? If word gets out that I'm missing, 500 girls would kill themselves. I wouldn't want them on my conscience, not when they out to be on my face!