Blackadder:  This place smells worse than a pair of armored trousers after the Hundred Year War . Baldrick ! Have you been eating dung again ?
Lord Percy: My Lord ! I have waited on your return !
Blackadder: And
Blackadder: thank God you did , Percy , for I was just thinking to myself , " My God , I die in 12 hours , what I really need now is a hug from a complete prat . "
Lord Percy: After literally an hour 's ceaseless searching , I have succeeded in creating gold , pure gold .
Blackadder: Are you sure ?
Lord Percy: Yes , my lord . Behold .
Blackadder: Percy ... it 's green .
Lord Percy: That 's right , my lord .
Blackadder: Yes , Percy , I do n't want to be pedantic or anything , but the colour of gold is gold . That 's why it 's * called * gold . What you have discovered , if it has a name , is " green " .
Lord Percy: Oh , Edmund , can it be true , that I hold here in my mortal hand a nugget of purest green ?
Blackadder: Indeed you do , Percy , except , of course , it 's not really a nugget , it 's more of a splat .
Lord Percy: Well , yes , a splat today ... but tomorrow - who knows , or dares to dream ?
Blackadder: So we _ three _ alone in all the world can produce the finest green at will ?
Lord Percy: Just so . Not sure about counting in Baldrick , actually .