ó. komst í sunnudagsmoggann! leitið og þér munið finna.......
atriði úr blackadder - 4 syrpu - general hospital
Darling: Right! Spread 'em! (he frisks Edmund, taking away his gun; he speaks
to Melchett) Right, he's clear, sir.
Melchett: Beah!
Edmund: Can anyone tell me what's going on?
Darling: Security, Blackadder.
Edmund: Security?
Melchett: (coming out from behind the map) `Security' isn't a dirty word,
Blackadder. `Crevice' is a dirty word, but `security' isn't.
Edmund: So, in the name of security, sir, everyone who enters the room has
to have his bottom fondled by this drooling pervert.
Darling: Only doing my job, Blackadder.
Edmund: Oh, well, how lucky you are, then, that your job is also your hobby.
Melchett: Now there's another dirty word: `job'!
Edmund: Sir, is there something the matter?
Melchett: You're damn right there is something the matter. (heads for desk)
Something sinister and something grotesque. And what's worse is that
it's going on right here under my very nose. (sits behind desk)
Edmund: (protesting) Sir, your moustache is lovely...
Darling: What the general means, Blackadder, is: There's a leak.
Melchett: Now `leak' is a positively disgusting word.
Darling: The Germans seem to be able to anticipate our every move. We send up
an aeroplane, there's a Jerry squadron parked behind the nearest
cloud; we move troops to (??), the Germans have bought the
whole town's supply of lavatory paper. In short: A German spy is
giving away every one of our battle plans.
Melchett: You look surprised, Blackadder.
Edmund: I certainly am, sir. I didn't realise we had any battle plans.
Melchett: Well, of course we have! How else do you think the battles are
directed?
Edmund: Our battles are directed, sir?
Melchett: Well, of course they are, Blackadder -- directed according to the
Grand Plan.
Edmund: Would that be the plan to continue with total slaughter until every-
one's dead except Field Marshal Haig, Lady Haig and their tortoise,
Alan?
Melchett: Great Scott! (stands) Even you know it! Guard! Guard! Bolt all the
doors; hammer large pieces of crooked wood against all the windows!
This security leak is far worse than we'd imagined!
and now for something completely diffrent...
er farinn að grípa til örþrifa ráða í von um finna ný og fersk próf eins og á sjá má á prófi dagsins:
Leiðbeinandi þunglyndispróf Goldbergs
Þú fékkst 13 stig.
Svo virðist sem þú sért haldinn mjög vægum þunglyndiseinkennum. Mörg þeirra eru algeng hjá þorra manna. Óvíst er að þessi einkenni séu svo alvarleg að þörf sé á að leita sér meðferðar.
reyndar kom mér það á óvart hvað ég mældist hár enda þekktur fyrir að vera súper-jolly náungi en þar sem ég tók þetta rétt eftir að hafa horft eurovision tel ég þetta vera eðlilegt skor.......
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