Uh, churches! Churches! Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. Anarcho-syndicalism is a way of preserving freedom.
Yeah! I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside! Please! Oh, yeah. That is why I am your king! Halt! Who goes there? Nine pence. What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior!
Ah, thanks very much. You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me? 'cause they're made of... wood? Victory is mine!
He buggered off. Look well, Arthur, for it is your sacred task to seek this grail. He says they've already got one! She turned me into a newt. We've found a witch!
A witch! A witch! Yes, I see. Look, my liege! Who leaps out? Well, why not? Umm! Thppppt! Arthur, this is the Holy Grail. You're a looney.
Well? 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.
Right! Arthur, King of the Britons, your Knights of the Round Table shall have a task to make them an example in these dark times. So he has. He's scarpered. Exactly. So, logically... None shall pass.
What? What? Ridden on a horse? Then who is your lord? We have found a witch. May we burn her? You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Well, when's your next round? It's a busy life in Camelot. Camelot! A scratch? Your arm's off!
I've had worse. Who's that, then? Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- Yes. Well, I am King! Fiends! I'll tear them apart! More witches!
Look, I'll have your leg. Ooh! Shut up! Oh, yeah. Good Sir Knight, will you come with me to Camelot and join us at the Round Table? And this one's for your dad!
Have at you! I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God with a sacred quest. No, I've got to go to the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today. The nose? Fiends! I'll tear them apart! Uh, but you are dressed as one. Mud! Does wood sink in water? Well, what are you, then?
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