"Oh, my stars and comets! He's a she
!"
Blackadder: So you're a chap, are you, Bob?
Bob: Oh yes, sir.
[Bursts out laughing for no reason and growls like a tiger] Blackadder: [Not fooled for a minute] You wouldn't say that you were a
girl, at all?
Bob: [nervously] Oh, definitely not sir! I understand cricket, I fart in bed, everything.
Blackadder: Let me put it another way, Bob. You
are a girl. And you're a girl with as much talent for disguise
as a giraffe in dark glasses trying to get into a "Polar bears only" golf club.
