Felix said:
Do any of you know the Black Adder series?
Are you trying to be funny?
Anybody know the rest of the scene?
Prince George: Enter!
Edmund: Dr. Johnson, Your Highness.
Prince George: Ah, Dr. Johnson! Damn cold day!
Dr. Johnson: Indeed it is, sir, but a very fine one, for I celebrated last night the encyclopedic implementation of my pre-meditated orchestration of demotic Anglo-Saxon.
Prince George: (nods, grinning, then speaks) Nope -- didn't catch any of that.
Dr. Johnson: Well, I simply observed, sir, that I'm felicitous, since, during the course of the penultimate solar sojourn, I terminated my uninterrupted categorization of the vocabulary of our post-Norman tongue.
Prince George: Well, I don't know what you're talking about, but it sounds damn
saucy, you lucky thing! I know some fairly liberal-minded girls, but I've never penultimated any of them in a solar sojourn, or, for that matter, been given any Norman tongue!
Edmund: I believe, sir, that the Doctor is trying to tell you that he is happy because he has finished his book. It has, apparently, taken him ten years.
Prince George: Yes, well, I'm a slow reader myself...
Dr. Johnson: (places two manuscripts on the table, but picks up the top one) Here it is, sir: the very cornerstone of English scholarship. This book, sir, contains every word in our beloved language.
Prince George: Hmm.
Edmund: Every single one, sir?
Dr. Johnson: (confidently) Every single word, sir!
Edmund: (to Prince) Oh, well, in that case, sir, I hope you will not object if I also offer the Doctor my most enthusiastic contrafribularities.
Dr. Johnson: What?
Edmund: 'Contrafribularities', sir? It is a common word down our way...
Dr. Johnson: Damn!
(writes in the book)
Edmund: Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I'm anispeptic, frasmotic, even compunctuous to have caused you such pericombobulation.
Dr. Johnson: What? What?
WHAT?
Prince George: What are you on about, Blackadder? This is all beginning to sound a bit like dago talk to me.
Edmund: I'm sorry, sir. I merely wished to congratulate the Doctor on not having left out a single word.
(Johnson sneers) Shall I fetch the tea, Your Highness?
Prince George: Yes, yes! And get that damned fire up here, will you?
Edmund: Certainly, sir. I shall return... interfrastically.
(exits) (Johnson writes some more)
Shortly after...
Dr. Johnson: Farewell!
(opens door to find Edmund with tea tray)
Edmund: Leaving already, Doctor? Not staying for your pendigestatery interludicule?
Dr. Johnson: No, sir! Show me out!
Edmund: Certainly, sir. Anything I can do to facilitate your velocitous extramuralisation...
Dr. Johnson: (to Prince) You will regret this doubly, sir. Not only have you
impeculiated (turns to Edmund and makes a boasting noise, then continues) my dictionary, but you've also lost the chance to act as patron to the only book in the world that is even better.
Edmund: Oh, and what is that, sir?
'Dictionary II: The Return of the Killer Dictionary'?
-Hyp.