What? A swallow carrying a coconut? And what do you burn apart from witches? You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight. Well, now, uh, Lancelot, Galahad, and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French, uh, by surprise. Bloody peasant!
I'm not dead! If... she... weighs... the same as a duck,... she's made of wood. Oh, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations. Not only by surprise, but totally unarmed! Yes, I see. We have found a witch. May we burn her? I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week,... Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right? Ooh!
Yes. Yeah, a bit. Right! Yeah! Yeah! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride... to... Camelot! I fart in your general direction! In war we're tough and able, quite indefatigable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. Have at you! Oh, yeah. Oh.