I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. Cider! I'm thirty-seven. None shall pass. Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Now stand aside, worthy adversary. Where'd you get the coconuts? 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.