[Edmund has just given Percy his marching orders]
Percy: But my Lord, why?
Prince Edmund: Because Percy, far from being a fit consort for a prince of the realm, you would bore the leggings off a village idiot. You ride a horse rather less well than another horse would. Your brain would make a grain of sand look large and ungainly.And the part of you that can't be mentioned, I'm reliably informed by women around the court, wouldn't even be mentioned even if it could. If you put on a floppy hat and a velvet cod-piece, you might get by as a fool. But since you wouldn't know a joke if it leapt up and gave you a haircut, I sincerely doubt it. THAT is why you are dismissed from my service.
Prince Edmund: Oh, and Baldrick...
Baldrick: Yes, my Lord?
Prince Edmund: You're out too.