Well I got better. ...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major-- Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left. What? What do you mean? Exactly. So, logically...
It could be carried by an African swallow! Be quiet! King of the who? Just a flesh wound. Well, how did you become King, then? Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European swallow. That's my point. In that case, I shall have to kill you.
No, it floats! It floats! Yes, I have. Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin. You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me? What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior! Bring out your dead!
It could be carried by an African swallow! Yes. Oh, yeah. How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that? He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads. The nose? Tell us! Tell us! We've found a witch!
Mud! Did you dress her up like this? Arthur, this is the Holy Grail. You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me? If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force! Yes. Aaagh! In that case, I shall have to kill you. And don't apologize. 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.
Hah! I seek the finest and the bravest knights in the land to join me in my court at Camelot. I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off! Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen.
Are there? He beat a very brave retreat... No one lives there. Please! I feel fine! Tell us! Tell us! Then I dub you 'Sir Bedemere, Knight of the Round Table'. Well, now, uh, Lancelot, Galahad, and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French, uh, by surprise. A blessing! A blessing from the Lord!
I move for no man. And this isn't my nose. It's a false one. Nothing. Here's your nine pence. Uh, but you are dressed as one. Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here?
Well, you could say 'Dennis'. Have at you! What are you doing now?! Bloody peasant!
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!