bettereveryloop / Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, to have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!
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?
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.