von Richthoven: Ah, and the Lord Flashheart. This is indeed an honour; finally, the two greatest gentleman fliers in the world meet. Two men of honour, who have jousted together in the cloud-strewn glory of the skies, face to face at last. How often I have rehearsed this moment of destiny in my dreams. The panoply to encapsulate the unspoken nobility of a comradeship.
Flashheart: [shoots von Richthoven] What a poof! Come on!
[all exit]
BBC. Blackadder, Season 4: Private Plane
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stupefied with the gaiety of the ‘faithful,’ drunken with comradeship, scandal and asseveration, Mme. Verdurin, perched on her high seat like a cage-bird whose biscuit has been steeped in mulled wine, would sit aloft and sob with fellow-feeling.