I'm averting my eyes, O Lord. Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do? What makes you think she is a witch? So, why do witches burn? No, it floats! It floats! Shut up, will you? Shut up!
Burn her anyway! It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut. Right! Arthur, King of the Britons, your Knights of the Round Table shall have a task to make them an example in these dark times.
Well, when's your next round? What? That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of-- She looks like one.
You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight. Yes. Yeah, a bit. I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. And that, my liege, is how we know the earth to be banana-shaped. Run away! I am, and this is my trusty servant Patsy. We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master. It's a busy life in Camelot. Now stand aside, worthy adversary. Who art thou?