You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy. 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. That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads. If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail. Well, how did you become King, then? Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
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Have at you! When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled. ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting... Oh, I don't think so. Arthur, this is the Holy Grail. In that case, I shall have to kill you. Oh, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations. Oh? All right, we'll call it a draw. Uh, very small rocks! What also floats in water?
Lead! Lead! Are you sure he's got one? Yes. A blessing! A blessing from the Lord! Well, I can't just call you 'Man'. Chickennn! Right. All right. Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.
Here is a duck. Use this duck. Oh, let's be nice to him. It's only a model. Oh, yeah. Oh. What do you mean? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. No, they'd have to have it on a line. You're using coconuts! So, why do witches burn? Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?
None shall pass. And this isn't my nose. It's a false one. Arthur, this is the Holy Grail. And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged. You liar! Bring out your dead! ...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major-- In that case, I shall have to kill you.