Ah, my dear Millicent, come for her dinner. ... and she seems to have brought the fish...

Ebenezer Blackadder: Ah, my dear Millicent, come for her dinner. [Looks at Ralph] Ebenezer Blackadder: ... and she seems to have brought the fish course with her! Who, my dear, is the huge halibut in the trousers? Ralph: I think... it's me! Millicent: This is Ralph - he's my fiance! Ralph: We're in love! Ebenezer Blackadder: Oh, dear. Ill-conceived love, I should warn you, is like a Christmas cracker: one massively disappointing bang, and the novelty soon wears off. Ralph, Millicent: [they laugh obnoxiously] Ebenezer Blackadder: Shut up! Millicent: Oh, Mr. Blackadder! What's happened? You've changed from the nicest man in England into the... the horridest man in the world! Baldrick: I was thinking the same thing myself. Ebenezer Blackadder: [hits Baldrick in the back of the head] ... when spoken to. [to Millicent] Ebenezer Blackadder: I would explain, my dear, but I fear that you wouldn't understand - blessed as you are with a head that is emptier than a hermit's address book!