Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot. We eat ham and jam and spam a lot. Good idea, O Lord! You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight. Oh, certainly, sir.
We burn her! Right! Yeaaah! Yeaah! Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together? I never! Right! Yeah! Yeah! Right. I'll do you for that! The pond! Throw her into the pond! Umm! I feel happy. I feel happy. Who leaps out? Uh, very small rocks!
No one lives there. No, it floats! It floats! More witches! Arthur, this is the Holy Grail. Well, I am King! He hasn't got shit all over him. Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine. Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Oh, yeah. How do you know she is a witch?
Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeater of the Saxons, Sovereign of all England! In that case, I shall have to kill you.
Halt! So, how do we tell whether she is made of wood? What are they? It could grip it by the husk. 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, why not? What? Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.
Are you sure he's got one? What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers?
Does wood sink in water? I'm thirty-seven. Thpppppt! Thppt! Thppt! Yeah! Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! Oh, shut up. Yes, do us all a favor! Throw her into the pond! I can't take him.
Build a bridge out of her. Yes. Help! Help! I'm being repressed! I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week,... Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin. Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. Oh, don't grovel! Look, stop that.