Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! What a strange person. Help! Help! I'm being repressed! Found them? In Mercia? The coconut's tropical! And this one's for your dad! I-- what? It could be carried by an African swallow!
Be quiet! Why? Exactly. So, logically... No, it floats! It floats! Well, do us a favor. No. Well? That is why I am your king! Well I got better.
Ooh! Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European swallow. That's my point. 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! Oh, don't be such a baby. Look! You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Sir! I have a plan, sir.
Come, Patsy. Of course not! You are English types-a! We've got a witch! Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'. Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen.
I fart in your general direction! A duck! Shut up!