No. Now, go away, or I shall taunt you a second time-a! Yapping on all the time.
So, why do witches burn? Are you sure he's got one? I'm invincible! No one lives there.
Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'.
Oh, shut up. That is your purpose, Arthur: the quest for the Holy Grail. Bring out your dead! Nine pence. What do you mean? What?
Uh, very small rocks! A duck! Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place. A blessing! A blessing from the Lord!
Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin. I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I'm thirty-seven. He buggered off. Yes! The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land? Oh! Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper! Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her! If... she... weighs... the same as a duck,... she's made of wood.
Look, I'll have your leg. Yes, I have. You don't vote for kings.
I'm not! Well, I didn't vote for you. And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off... They dressed me up like this. Ah, but can you not also make bridges out of stone? What are you going to do, bleed on me? The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then. Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, to have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin! I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch. Chickennn!
Oh, shut up. Found them? In Mercia? The coconut's tropical! Oh, let's be nice to him. In that case, I shall have to kill you. Good idea, O Lord! So, they couldn't bring a coconut back anyway. You're a looney.
Burn her anyway! If... she... weighs... the same as a duck,... she's made of wood. He says they've already got one! He isn't? What is your name? What a strange person. Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place. Not at all. See you on Thursday. Look, stop that.
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. She looks like one. What are you doing now?! Halt!
Who's that, then? Right. Remove the supports! What? I'm invincible!
What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers? You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do?