Good idea, O Lord! Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine.
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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!