What? Hah! Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin. He buggered off. It's a fair cop. He isn't? Bravely ran away, away. I'm not interested!
Good Sir Knight, will you come with me to Camelot and join us at the Round Table? No, no. No, no. I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked- He isn't?
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! He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin! Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
I don't want to go on the cart! Then I dub you 'Sir Bedemere, Knight of the Round Table'. The Britons.
It could grip it by the husk. Well, I am King! Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her! Aaaagh! Apples! What? Come here! They dressed me up like this. Throw her into the pond!
You liar! Oh, yeah. I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. So he has. He's scarpered. Oh, yes. It's very nice. Look, I'll have your leg. Now look here, my good man... He says they've already got one!
'Ere. He says he's not dead! Oh, let's be nice to him. And gallantly, he chickened out. One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling. Halt! Who goes there? Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. Sir! I have a plan, sir. You're using coconuts! Please! The Britons.