Captain Darling: Excuse me, Sir

Lord Flasheart: Yes, yes, prat at the back.

Captain Darling: I'm sure we'd all like to know... Why are you called the Twenty Minuters?

Lieutenant George: Oh, Mr Thicko, fancy not knowing that!

Lord Flasheart: It's simple! The life expectancy of a new pilot is twenty minutes!

Captain Blackadder: Life *expectancy* of twenty minutes?

Lord Flasheart: That's right! Goggles on, last one back's a ♥♥♥♥! Hooray!

[Flash leaves with the other trainees, leaving Blackadder and George in their seats]

Captain Blackadder: So we take off in ten minutes, we're in the air for twenty minutes, so we should be dead by twenty five to ten.

Lieutenant George: Hairy blighters, sir, this is a bit of a turn-up for the plus fours.