Thppppt! Well, you could say 'Dennis'. Is there someone else up there we could talk to? He says they've already got one! I don't want to go on the cart! Bring out your dead! Oh, yeah, I agree with that. I'm averting my eyes, O Lord.
Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Ooh! Well, why not? You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together. Did you dress her up like this? I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. 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,... You're using coconuts!
What are you doing in England? Bring her forward. Well, he will be soon. He's very ill. No, it floats! It floats! I feel happy. I feel happy. Pull the other one! Here's one. Yes! Well, when's your next round?
If... she... weighs... the same as a duck,... she's made of wood. Now, knock it off! Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about... You're using coconuts! Yes, do us all a favor! Yes, I see. More witches! Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.
My liege! I would be honored. Cider! Bloody peasant! I'm averting my eyes, O Lord. Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her! Well, I am King!
I move for no man. 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. Bring out your dead! Nine pence. Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place. Be quiet! I order you to be quiet! You'll what? So, why do witches burn? Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her! Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot.
The Britons. Lead! Lead! If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail. I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. What are you doing in England? Burn her anyway!
If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail. Then you shall die. Thursday. Just a flesh wound. Bravely ran away, away. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp. Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European swallow. That's my point.
Oh, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations. Yes! 'Course it's a good idea! Behold! Bring her forward. Yeah! Good Sir Knight, will you come with me to Camelot and join us at the Round Table? Oh, yeah. True. Uhh... You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper!
Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Allo! Who is eet? I'm getting better! He buggered off. You don't vote for kings. That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of-- Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail.
He beat a very brave retreat... But then of course, uh, African swallows are non-migratory. Oh, yeah.
Right. I'll do you for that! Help! Help! I'm being repressed! Good idea, O Lord! I think I'll go for a walk.
Look, stop that. Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut.