Blackadder: I mean *look* at this! [goes to a table at the side of the room and
picks up a small brown thing and holds it up] *What* is it?
Baldrick: Oh, I'm surprised you've forgotten, my lord.
Blackadder: I haven't forgotten; it's a rhetorical question.
Baldrick: [looking at him] No, it's a potato.
Blackadder: To you it's a potato, to me it's a potato. But to
Sir Walter Bloody Raleigh it's country estates, fine carriages,
and as many girls as his tongue can cope with. He's making
a fortune out of the things; people are smoking them,
building houses out of them... They'll be eating them next.
[shoves it into Baldrick's chest; Baldrick takes it and looks
at it]
Baldrick: Stranger things have happened.
Blackadder: Oh, exactly.
Baldrick: [continues] That horse becoming Pope.
The United Nations' International Year of the Potato is being overshadowed by a nasty spat between Chile and Peru over the saucy little tuber's origins.
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