Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left. If... she... weighs... the same as a duck,... she's made of wood.
We've got a witch! Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you? I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. Not at all. They could be carried. Well, he will be soon. He's very ill.
I'm not dead! Come, Patsy. And gallantly, he chickened out.
What happens now? And don't apologize. Oh, there you go bringing class into it again.
The nose? If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail. I'm not dead! Well, you could say 'Dennis'. We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. This new learning amazes me, Sir Bedevere. Explain again how sheep's bladders may be employed to prevent earthquakes.
Anarcho-syndicalism is a way of preserving freedom.
Hey, this one is for your mother! There you go. She has got a wart.
Well, what are you, then? Good! Heh heh We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. Not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
I never! Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place. No. Now, go away, or I shall taunt you a second time-a! Oh, yeah, I agree with that. Found them? In Mercia? The coconut's tropical!
Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing. Halt! Be quiet! I order you to be quiet! Oh, yeah. Just a flesh wound. So be it! Well, you could say 'Dennis'. Oh, shut up.