Here's one. Yeah! A blessing! A blessing from the Lord! Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left. I feel happy. I feel happy.
You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy. 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! Oh? All right, we'll call it a draw. King of the who?
Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'. Lead! Lead! I feel fine! Ooh!
I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked- Aaaagh! Well, this is a temperate zone. Then you shall die. Be quiet! Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh. Yes, I have. Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left.
A witch! A witch! 'Course it's a good idea! Behold!
So, how do we tell whether she is made of wood?
Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride... to... Camelot! If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail. Oh, let's be nice to him. The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land? Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut. God be praised! Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science? I'm not!
Look, I'll have your leg. A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! What are you going to do, bleed on me? Looks like there's dirty work afoot. Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God with a sacred quest. Now stand aside, worthy adversary. Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look? I'm not! Hah!
Burn her anyway! I never! Now stand aside, worthy adversary. Well, I am King! 'Course it's a good idea! Behold! I'm not dead!