The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then. Ooh! I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. Uh, he's already got one, you see. Look, my liege! We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot. We eat ham and jam and spam a lot. Thursday. It's only a model. A witch! A witch!
And the hat, but she is a witch! Be quiet! Oh, yeah. But then of course, uh, African swallows are non-migratory. Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! No one lives there. Sorry. One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.
Right. All right. Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about... Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king. We've found a witch! Aaaaaaaah! I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper!
You liar! Thursday. Cherries! Who leaps out? Just a flesh wound. Throw her into the pond!
'Course it's a good idea! Behold! Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh. Well, now, uh, Lancelot, Galahad, and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French, uh, by surprise. It could grip it by the husk. Right! Yeah! Yeah!
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.
What? A swallow carrying a coconut? You're a looney.
I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. Be quiet! Well, he will be soon. He's very ill. Ah, thanks very much.
Oh, yeah. Oh. What? More witches! Tell us! Tell us! Yes. Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person.
It's a busy life in Camelot. And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off! Well, when's your next round? You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me? 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! No, I've got to go to the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today.
Nine pence. Run away! No, I've got to go to the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today. Not at all. They could be carried. Thursday. Aaaagh!
Not at all. See you on Thursday. No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment. Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right? I'm thirty-seven. Now, knock it off! My liege! I would be honored. I am your king! We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot. We eat ham and jam and spam a lot. Aaaagh!
Oh! I'm not! A duck! Of course not! You are English types-a! 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. The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then.