Good idea, O Lord! Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine.
Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God with a sacred quest. Nothing. Here's your nine pence. Oh, cut your own head off! No. Now, go away, or I shall taunt you a second time-a! Why?
You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy. Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. Right. Remove the supports! Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing. Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! No. Now, go away, or I shall taunt you a second time-a! And therefore?
What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers? You liar! Are you sure he's got one? Oh, yeah. Do they hurt? Bravely ran away, away. What? Halt! Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person.
Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'.
Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. Come, Patsy. Shut up! We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. Tis but a scratch! Yes. Well? This new learning amazes me, Sir Bedevere. Explain again how sheep's bladders may be employed to prevent earthquakes.
You'll what? What are you doing in England? He isn't? Well, when's your next round? They dressed me up like this. More witches! Uh, he's already got one, you see. Do they hurt?
Yes. Yeah, a bit. Arthur! Arthur, King of the Britons! Just a flesh wound.
Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Mud! I dunno. Must be a king. No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment. Halt! And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off! No, no. No, no. Not at all. See you on Thursday. Well, I am King!
Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together? I think kill him. I'm not interested!
I'm not! 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? Chickennn!
Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person. Oh, yeah. True. Uhh... Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride... to... Camelot! He beat a very brave retreat... Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'.
I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. Now, knock it off! 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. Ah, thanks very much.
Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you? I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch. What are you going to do, bleed on me? God be praised!
Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about... Does wood sink in water? Oh, yeah. True. Uhh... If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail. Build a bridge out of her. Please! I'm thirty-seven. Mind your own business! Yes, I have.
Oh, yeah. True. Uhh... Oh, don't be such a baby. None shall pass. Do they hurt? What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers? You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do? What are you going to do, bleed on me? Look, my liege! Bring out your dead!
You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together.