Is there someone else up there we could talk to? Cider! I think kill him. Nothing. Here's your nine pence. Uh, very small rocks!
We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot.
Well? Aaaagh! Oh, King, eh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the-- She has got a wart. She looks like one. What do you mean? Be quiet! Exactly. So, logically... Look well, Arthur, for it is your sacred task to seek this grail.
Ah, but can you not also make bridges out of stone? Right. I'll do you for that! How do you know she is a witch? Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her! Well, when's your next round? Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right?