I fart in your general direction! We haven't got enough mud. You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do? Yapping on all the time. My liege! I would be honored. Right. I'll do you for that!

Well, how did you become King, then? 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. Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European swallow. That's my point. And don't apologize. Why?

Does wood sink in water? Mind your own business! And that, my liege, is how we know the earth to be banana-shaped. Well, I am King! I think kill him. Aaaagh!