somethings afoot in the wind

No , and you mustn't do that to me, because that is a bourgeois act of repression...
Haven't you smelt it? There's something afoot in the wind.
The huddled masses yearning to be free.
*Baldrick, have you been to the diesel oil again?* No, sir, I've been supping the milk of freedom.
Already our Russian comrades are poised on the brink of revolution.
And here too, sir, the huddled what's-names, such as myself, sir, are ready to throw off the hated oppressors like you and the lieutenant.
Present company excepted, sir.