Uh, very small rocks! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride... to... Camelot! Yes, I have. Looks like there's dirty work afoot. Mind your own business! Burn her!
Chickennn! His head smashed in and his heart cut out. Brave Sir Robin ran away. Oh, yeah. No. And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off... Oh, yeah. Oh. Then I dub you 'Sir Bedemere, Knight of the Round Table'. We burn her! Right! Yeaaah! Yeaah!
In that case, I shall have to kill you. She turned me into a newt. A blessing! A blessing from the Lord! Lead! Lead! Exactly. So, logically... Tell us! Tell us! More witches! Well, this is a temperate zone. Oh, don't be such a baby.
You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight. What are they? And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off! And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged. Right. All right. Yes, I see. If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail.
I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside! There are ways of telling whether she is a witch.
I'm not! Bring her forward. Good Sir Knight, will you come with me to Camelot and join us at the Round Table? And therefore? Hah! I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king-a?! Aaaagh!