What is your name? Do they hurt? It could be carried by an African swallow! Very good. We shall use my largest scales. Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing. ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting... Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. I am, and this is my trusty servant Patsy. We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master. Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
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Halt! Well, do us a favor. You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me? Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about... Aaaagh! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Then you shall die. Look, stop that. Oh, yes. It's very nice. I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old.
Well, you could say 'Dennis'. No, it floats! It floats! Arthur, this is the Holy Grail. I'm not! 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 By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.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-- Oh, don't grovel!