Shut up, will you? Shut up! Burn her! 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. Uh, but you are dressed as one. Look, my liege! Look well, Arthur, for it is your sacred task to seek this grail. You don't vote for kings. I am your king!
We don't have a lord. Oh, cut your own head off! But then of course, uh, African swallows are non-migratory. Look, my liege! I'm thirty-seven. Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do? You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes--
Victory is mine! We have found a witch. May we burn her? Help! Help! I'm being repressed! It's a busy life in Camelot. Well I got better.
A scratch? Your arm's off! She has got a wart. Oh, King, eh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the--
No one lives there. What? Good! Heh heh
What? I'm thirty-seven. Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science? The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then. You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together. Chicken! Bring out your dead! Nine pence. He beat a very brave retreat...
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin! Oh, had enough, eh? Oh, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations. Come on, then. Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! We've found a witch! Are you suggesting coconuts migrate? Have at you!
I can't take him. What? Ridden on a horse? Now stand aside, worthy adversary. 'Ere. He says he's not dead! I think I'll go for a walk. Sorry. Tis but a scratch! Yes, Lord.
We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot.
Come here! What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior! A scratch? Your arm's off! 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. I am your king! I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away! Yes. I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside! In that case, I shall have to kill you. My liege!
Ah, thanks very much. Oh, let's be nice to him. What also floats in water? Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? You're a looney. Not at all. See you on Thursday. Yes, I have. Then I dub you 'Sir Bedemere, Knight of the Round Table'. You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together. What are you doing now?!
Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin. Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European swallow. That's my point. Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride... to... Camelot! Right. Remove the supports! Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
What happens now? So, how do we tell whether she is made of wood? I dunno. Must be a king. Uh, he's already got one, you see. A duck! What are you doing in England? I-- what? Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Yes, he is.
How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that? Bread! I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Look, stop that. Uh, he's already got one, you see. I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away! And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off! Yes, he is.