Blackadder

Lord Blackadder:
Ah, Melchett! Greetings! I trust Christmas brings you its traditional mix of good food and violent stomach cramp.

Lord Melchett:
And compliments of the season to you, Blackadder. May the Yuletide log slip from your fire and burn your house down.

Lord Blackadder:
I'm glad I saw you; I feel it only fair to warn you that the Queen has banned Christmas. So I wouldn't get her a present this year.

Lord Melchett:
Oh, I'm indebted to you for that advice, Blackadder, and I shall, of course, follow it to the letter...[under his breath as he walks away] the day I get my brain replaced by a cauliflower.

Lord Blackadder:
[jubilant] Ha! Got him with my subtle plan!

Baldrick:
I can't see any subtle plan.

Lord Blackadder:
Baldrick, you wouldn't see a subtle plan if it painted itself purple and danced naked on top of a harpsichord, singing "Subtle Plans are Here Again!"