Yes, Lord. He hasn't got shit all over him. Now stand aside, worthy adversary. ...by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,... Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!

Who art thou?

No one lives there. A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! Oh? All right, we'll call it a draw.

This new learning amazes me, Sir Bedevere. Explain again how sheep's bladders may be employed to prevent earthquakes. The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land? And gallantly, he chickened out.

Aaaagh! Why? We have found a witch. May we burn her? So be it! I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! 'Course it's a good idea! Behold!