"I don't need no fucking man servant
Trying to follow me around and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of 'em ain't even funny"
I can only guess that he does not see—or he does not wish
to see—the truth, and he is being insulated against that truth by those who love him most. Riker:
Someone has to confront him. Picard:
Not a task that I'm looking forward to. Riker:
I don't understand this! Everyone is protecting Sarek: his wife, Mendrossen, even you!
I wonder if I might crave your momentary indulgence in order to discharge a by no means disagreeable obligation which has, over the years, become more or less established practice in government service as we approach the terminal period of the year — calendar, of course, not financial — in fact, not to put too fine a point on it, Week Fifty-One — and submit to you, with all appropriate deference, for your consideration at a convenient juncture, a sincere and sanguine expectation — indeed confidence — indeed one might go so far as to say hope — that the aforementioned period may be, at the end of the day, when all relevant factors have been taken into consideration, susceptible to being deemed to be such as to merit a final verdict of having been by no means unsatisfactory in its overall outcome and, in the final analysis, to give grounds for being judged, on mature reflection, to have been conducive to generating a degree of gratification which will be seen in retrospect to have been significantly higher than the general average. Jim Hacker:
Are you trying to say "Happy Christmas
," Humphrey? Sir Humphrey:
Det. Amy Santiago:
Captain, I hate to be harsh, but I think these drills are slightly unnecessary, possibly, although you are the boss and your judgement is impeccable, so I guess what I am trying to say is thank you. Det. Rosa Diaz:
I agree. With the stuff about the drills, not the spineless ass-kissing.
Ser Davos Seaworth: Pylos is the least of it. The letter...What did your lords make of it, I wonder?
Celtigar pronounced it admirable. If I had showed him the contents of my privy, he would declare that admirable as well.
Roderick Allingham: News from the police, Ma'am. Apparently they sighted the Doctor and his friends being taken away by the United Front.
Roderick Allingham: Indeed, Ma'am.
Sherilyn Harper: Interesting...
Roderick Allingham: My very thought.
Roderick, could you kindly not start agreeing until after I've said something?
Lord Edmund Blackadder:
E: Your Majesty. I seek your permission to wed. Queenie:
So I hear. Melchie, what do you think of all this? Lord Melchett:
Oh, but I must confess madam, that I'm astonished that Blackadder could possibly have eyes for any other woman than your self. Queenie:
Good point! Though slightly grovelly.
: This is my team? A muscle-head, a bunch of yes-men, and a doodler? Triplet 1
: Exactly! Triplet 2
: Affirmative! Triplet 3
: Good call, B.B.!
: But wait, Biffie. We all know that if we bring these women to audition under those circumstances, they'll all be sexy. A Yes Man 1
: Yes sir, Mr. Scruemall! A Yes Man 2
: Isn't that we wanted, Mr. Scruemall? A Yes Man 3
: Bravo, Mr. Scruemall!
"Parker, what do you think? Your staff just follows you around and says 'right'. Just like a regular parrot."