We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king. You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do?
Help! Help! I'm being repressed! The pond! Throw her into the pond! Oooh. Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together? And gallantly, he chickened out. I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective. Bring her forward. No. No. No one lives there.
Oh, yeah. 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! Yes, he is.
My liege! I would be honored. In war we're tough and able, quite indefatigable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. No. Cherries! What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers? Sir! I have a plan, sir. Nothing. Here's your nine pence. I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing.
I'm not! Uh, churches! Churches! Come on, then. Will you ask your master if he wants to join my court at Camelot?! Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person. Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.
We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot. Now look here, my good man... Oh, cut your own head off! I'm invincible!
Then who is your lord? I'm not dead! What? A blessing! A blessing from the Lord! She looks like one. We have found a witch. May we burn her? You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me?
I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look? Sorry. Yes, I have. We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot. A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! Well, do us a favor. More witches! He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp. Yes.
Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride... to... Camelot! Man!
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin! Thursday. Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Well, I am King! In war we're tough and able, quite indefatigable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. That is your purpose, Arthur: the quest for the Holy Grail. You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together. Good! Heh heh
Right! Charge! Of course not! You are English types-a! No one lives there. Arthur, this is the Holy Grail. Oh, shut up. Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom.
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