Blackadder

Blackadder:
Am I jumping the gun, Baldrick, or are the words "I have a cunning plan" marching with ill-deserved confidence in the direction of this conversation?

Baldrick:
They certainly are, sir!

Blackadder:
Well, forgive me if I don't do a cartwheel of joy. Your record in this department is hardly 100%. So what is it?

Baldrick:
We do nothing.

Blackadder:
Yup. It's another world-beater!

Baldrick:
No, wait. We do nothing... until our heads have actually been cut off.

Blackadder:
And then we... spring into action?

Baldrick:
Exactly! You know how when you cut a chicken's head off, it runs round and round the farmyard and then out the gate?

Blackadder:
[haltingly] Yyyyyyyeah...?

Baldrick:
Well, we wait until our heads have been cut off, then we run round and round, out the gate, and escape! What do you think?

Blackadder:
My opinions are rather difficult to express in words, Baldrick. So perhaps I can put it this way... [tweaks Baldrick's nose]