Tell me. What do you do with witches? You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting...
Shut up, will you? Shut up! Come on, then. Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place. I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Fiends! I'll tear them apart! Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person. Well, how did you become King, then? A blessing! A blessing from the Lord! I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge.
Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there? I-- what? I'm not interested! Is there someone else up there we could talk to?
It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeater of the Saxons, Sovereign of all England! I fart in your general direction! The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then.
You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do? Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you? Uh, gra-- gravy!
Exactly. So, logically... Ah, thanks very much. Aaaaaaaah! Oh, had enough, eh? 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.