Look! Yeah! How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that? Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing. Yes. Aaaaaaaah! In that case, I shall have to kill you. The pond! Throw her into the pond! Arthur, this is the Holy Grail. Cider!
How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that? Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. Thpppppt! Thppt! Thppt! Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen.
Cherries! He says they've already got one! What? King of the who? Burn her anyway! Yes. I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person.
And therefore? Uh, but you are dressed as one. I can't take him.
You're using coconuts! Right. Remove the supports! How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that? Anarcho-syndicalism is a way of preserving freedom. No, I've got to go to the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today.
If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force! Pie Iesu domine... Oh, yes. It's very nice. We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot. Cider! Well, this is a temperate zone.
I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch. Halt! Who goes there? 'Ere. He says he's not dead! Anarcho-syndicalism is a way of preserving freedom. I-- what? You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do? Right. All right. And this one's for your dad!