Blackadder

[Instead of France, Blackadder and Baldrick go down to Blackadder's quarters]

Blackadder:
Right! Stick the kettle on, Balders.

Baldrick:
[confused] What, aren't we going to France?

Blackadder:
Of course we're not going to France; it's incredibly dangerous there!

Baldrick:
But how are you going to win your bet?

Blackadder:
As usual, Baldrick: by use of the large and wonderful thing between my ears.

Baldrick:
Oh, your nose.

Blackadder:
[annoyed] No, Baldrick, my brain. All we need to do is lie low here for a week, go to Mrs Miggins, pick up any French toff, drag him through a puddle, take him to the ball and collect our thousand guineas!

Baldrick:
But what if the Prince finds us here?

Blackadder:
He couldn't find his flybutton, let alone the kitchen door!