Tim McInnerny credited as playing...
Captain Kevin Darling
- [Blackadder and Darling meeting in the trenches shortly before going over the top]
- Captain Blackadder: How are you feeling, Darling?
- Captain Darling: Ahm... not all that good, Blackadder. Rather hoped I'd get through the whole show. Go back to work at Pratt and Sons, keep wicket for the Croydon Gentlemen, marry Doris... Made a note in my diary on the way here. Simply says: "Bugger."
- [last lines of the series]
- Captain Darling: Listen. Our guns have stopped.
- Lieutenant George: You don't think...
- Private Baldrick: Maybe the war's over. Maybe it's peace.
- Lieutenant George: Oh, hurrah! The big knobs have got round the table and yanked the iron out of the fire!
- Captain Darling: Thank God! We lived through it! The Great War, 1914 to 1917.
- Soldiers: Hip-hip-hooray!
- Captain Blackadder: I'm afraid not. The guns have stopped because we're about to attack. Not even our generals are mad enough to shell their own men. They think it's far more sporting to let the Germans do it.
- Lieutenant George: So we are, in fact, going over. This is, as they say, it.
- Captain Blackadder: I'm afraid so. Unless I can think of something very quickly.
- Officer: Company! One pace forward!
- [the company steps forward to the ladders]
- Private Baldrick: Oh, there's a nasty splinter on that ladder, sir, a bloke could hurt himself on that.
- Officer: Stand ready!
- [the company braces]
- Private Baldrick: I have a plan, sir.
- Captain Blackadder: Really, Baldrick? A cunning and subtle one?
- Private Baldrick: Yes, sir.
- Captain Blackadder: As cunning as a fox who's just been appointed Professor of Cunning at Oxford University?
- Private Baldrick: Yes, sir.
- Officer: On the signal, company will advance!
- Captain Blackadder: Well, I'm afraid it'll have to wait. Whatever it was, I'm sure it was better than my plan to get out of this by pretending to be mad. I mean, who would've noticed another madman round here?
- [whistles blow in the distance]
- Captain Blackadder: Good luck, everyone.
- [Blackadder blows his whistle, and the company charges]