Mossop: ...lest you continue in your quotations and mention the name of the "Scottish Play".
Keanrick: Oh-ho... never fear, I shan't do that.
Blackadder: By the "Scottish Play", I assume you mean *Macbeth*.
Mossop, Keanrick: Aahhhhh. Hot potato, orchestra stalls, Puck will make amends.
[They tweak each others nose]
Mossop, Keanrick: Aaahh.
Blackadder: What was that?
Keanrick: We were exorcising evil spirits. Being but a mere butler, you will not know the great theatre tradition that one does *never* speak the name of the "Scottish Play".
Blackadder: What, *Macbeth*?
Mossop, Keanrick: Aahhhhh. Hot potato, orchestra stalls, Puck will make amends.
[They tweak each others nose]
Mossop, Keanrick: Ohhh.
Blackadder: Good lord, you mean you have to do *that* every time I say *Macbeth*?
Mossop, Keanrick: Aahhhhh. Hot potato, orchestra stalls, Puck will make amends.
[They tweak each others nose]
Mossop, Keanrick: Owwww.
Mossop: Will you please stop saying *that*. Always call it the "Scottish Play".
Blackadder: So you want me to say the "Scottish Play"?
Mossop, Keanrick: [shout] Yes.
Blackadder: Rather than *Macbeth*?
Mossop, Keanrick: Aahhhhh. Hot potato, orchestra stalls, Puck will make amends.
[They tweak each others nose]
Mossop, Keanrick: Owwwwww.
Prince George: For heaven's sake, what is all this hullabaloo, all this shouting and screaming and yelling blue murder? Why... it's like that play we saw the other day, what was it called... umm...
Blackadder: *Macbeth*, sir?
Mossop, Keanrick: Aahhhhh. Hot potato, orchestra stalls, Puck will make amends.
[They are bowing toward the Prince, and must tweak their own noses]
Mossop, Keanrick: Owwwwww.
Prince George: No, no, it was called Julius Caesar.
Blackadder: Ah, yes, of course. Julius Caesar... not *Macbeth*.
Mossop, Keanrick: Aahhhhh. Hot potato, orchestra stalls, Puck will make amends.
[They tweak each others nose]
Mossop, Keanrick: Owwwwww.
