Blackadder

Blackadder:
GEORGE!

George:
Yes sir?

Blackader:
Shut up, and never say anything again as long as you live.

George:
Crikey, but what a show it was, sir! Lord Flashheart's Flying Aces! How we cheered when they spun, how we shouted when they dived! How we applauded when one chap got sliced in half by his own propeller! Well, it's all part of the joke for those magnificent men in their flying machines!

[A plane is heard plummeting and crashing outside]

Blackadder:
For "magnificent men", read "Biggest Showoffs Since Lady Godiva Entered the Royal Enclosure at Ascot Claiming She Had Literally Nothing to Wear". I don't care how many times they go "up-diddly-up-up", they're still gits!

Baldrick:
Oh, come on, sir! I'd love to be a flier. Up there where the air is clear...

Blackadder:
The chances of the air being clear anywhere near you, Baldrick, are zero!