I don't want to go on the cart! Bread! We found them.
Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system. Oh, yes. It's very nice. Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper! Charge! My liege! Bloody peasant! Did you dress her up like this?
Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. Well, now, uh, Lancelot, Galahad, and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French, uh, by surprise. Look, stop that. I'm thirty-seven. Will you ask your master if he wants to join my court at Camelot?! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! What? I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Sir! I have a plan, sir.
Cider! The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. We've got a witch! Uh, he's already got one, you see. I can't. Oh, yeah. Ah, thanks very much. I'm averting my eyes, O Lord. Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing. Aaaagh!
The pond! Throw her into the pond! What a strange person. Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here? Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look? Oh? All right, we'll call it a draw. I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. Ah, thanks very much. Come, Patsy. And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off!
What are you doing now?! But then of course, uh, African swallows are non-migratory. Oooh. I am, and this is my trusty servant Patsy. We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master. You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight.
I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside!
Apples! Thpppppt! Thppt! Thppt! Uh, but you are dressed as one. Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
I-- what? You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight. Look! Come on, you pansy! You liar! What? Ridden on a horse? God be praised! Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
I never! Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? We found them. I'm averting my eyes, O Lord. Burn her!
I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective. What? Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person. I dunno. Must be a king. Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God with a sacred quest.
When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled. It's only a model. Oh, cut your own head off! Thppppt! And therefore? He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp. Please!
Right! Charge! 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! Yes! I feel happy. I feel happy. We found them.
Be quiet! No, I've got to go to the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today. What? A swallow carrying a coconut? Thursday. Oh, yes. It's very nice. And don't apologize.
Apples! Yes, Lord. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! 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! Yes! Aaagh!
That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads. Then you shall die. I fart in your general direction! ...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major-- Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing.
Tis but a scratch! Aagh! If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail. Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. His head smashed in and his heart cut out. Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place. Well, when's your next round? Yes! Look! Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left.
My liege! I would be honored. She looks like one. Shut up! Well, now, uh, Lancelot, Galahad, and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French, uh, by surprise. Mind your own business! Uh, but you are dressed as one. Thursday. You're using coconuts! I am Arthur, King of the Britons. We found them.