Mud! Right. Right. Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? Then I dub you 'Sir Bedemere, Knight of the Round Table'. He hasn't got shit all over him. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin! Thursday.
Look well, Arthur, for it is your sacred task to seek this grail. I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked- And gallantly, he chickened out. Good idea, O Lord! Oh, yes. It's very nice. What are you doing now?! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!
What also floats in water? Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? A scratch? Your arm's off! She turned me into a newt. Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right? And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged. Well, now, uh, Lancelot, Galahad, and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French, uh, by surprise. Then you shall die. No, no. No, no. No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment.
A scratch? Your arm's off! King of the who? Augh, we didn't! We didn't... We have found a witch. May we burn her? So, how do we tell whether she is made of wood?
Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper! Shut up, will you? Shut up! And this isn't my nose. It's a false one. What happens now? And this one's for your dad! We haven't got enough mud. You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- A witch! A witch!
In war we're tough and able, quite indefatigable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. Oh, yeah. Oh, yes. It's very nice. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!
Is there someone else up there we could talk to? Cherries!
Aaaagh! 'cause they're made of... wood? Yes. Yeah, a bit. Oh, yeah.
I move for no man. 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. Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king. Look, stop that. Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. Pull the other one! Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European swallow. That's my point. Camelot!
What? Ridden on a horse? I move for no man. Oh, cut your own head off!
Augh, we didn't! We didn't... 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-- His head smashed in and his heart cut out. 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!
And the hat, but she is a witch! I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective. Apples!
Aaaagh! Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do? What are you doing now?! Oh, there you go bringing class into it again. 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. Well, how did you become King, then?
Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Yeah! Well, I can't just call you 'Man'. A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! It's a fair cop. Very good. We shall use my largest scales. And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off... Burn her anyway!
Well, I didn't vote for you. Aaaaaaaah! Shut up, will you? Shut up! I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch. Not at all. See you on Thursday. Fiends! I'll tear them apart! 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, yeah. True. Uhh...