Burn her! How do you know she is a witch? Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'.
Oh, had enough, eh? We haven't got enough mud.
Umm! A blessing! A blessing from the Lord! We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot. We eat ham and jam and spam a lot. You're a looney. Now look here, my good man...
Come, Patsy. Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, to have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin! I've had worse. Bring her forward. Then I dub you 'Sir Bedemere, Knight of the Round Table'.
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,... He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin! No.
Tell us! Tell us! Allo! Who is eet? I dunno. Must be a king. Yes, do us all a favor! Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot. Right! Yeah! Yeah! I have to push the pram a lot. Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king.
Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper! Be quiet!
What are you going to do, bleed on me? The Britons. I am your king! No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment. What are you doing in England? Bloody peasant! I seek the finest and the bravest knights in the land to join me in my court at Camelot.