Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together? You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together.

No. Ah, but can you not also make bridges out of stone? Oh! That is why I am your king! Uh, gra-- gravy! No one lives there. I'm not!

Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. Tis but a scratch! ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting... Allo! Who is eet? Umm! And that, my liege, is how we know the earth to be banana-shaped. Oh, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations. You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy. The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur.

I'm invincible! 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! Throw her into the pond! I'm not dead! King of the who? Well, now, uh, Lancelot, Galahad, and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French, uh, by surprise. Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing.

You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight. You're using coconuts! No. Halt! Who goes there? And the hat, but she is a witch!

I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked- You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- So he has. He's scarpered. We have found a witch. May we burn her? Aaaagh! God be praised!

Well, now, uh, Lancelot, Galahad, and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French, uh, by surprise. I never! We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. What? Ridden on a horse? I'm getting better! Yes, I see. We burn her! Right! Yeaaah! Yeaah! Who's that, then?