I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. Well, why not? Come on, then. I can't. Oh, don't grovel!
Well, when's your next round? Oh, yeah. Oh. What happens now? 'Ere. He says he's not dead! Oh, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations. Right. Right. In that case, I shall have to kill you. Throw her into the pond!
That is why I am your king! Tell us! Tell us! Um, l-- look, i-- i-- if we built this large wooden badger... Sorry. ...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major-- Yes. I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked- I've had worse.
Right! Yeah! Yeah! What is your name? ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting...
Chickennn! Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen.
I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked- Very good. We shall use my largest scales. She looks like one. You liar! You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight.
Looks like there's dirty work afoot. Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. Yes. Yeah, a bit. Bravely ran away, away. In war we're tough and able, quite indefatigable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable.
What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior!
Charge! I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked- Look, my liege!
What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers? Right. Remove the supports! Where'd you get the coconuts? Bread! Exactly. So, logically... Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here? Burn her anyway! Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine. Oooh.
...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major-- Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
He isn't? Well, what are you, then? Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. What a strange person. A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! What are you doing in England? I move for no man. Here's one.