Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride... to... Camelot! And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged. Help! Help! I'm being repressed! So be it! Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you? He beat a very brave retreat... I am Arthur, King of the Britons. What are you doing in England? Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European swallow. That's my point.

Not at all. They could be carried. Well I got better.

You don't vote for kings. Pull the other one! A scratch? Your arm's off! King of the who? Uh, he's already got one, you see. Yes, Lord. Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person. Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! No one lives there. Does wood sink in water?

Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off! Oh, had enough, eh? None shall pass. Hey, this one is for your mother! There you go. I have to push the pram a lot. Hah! Old woman! I can't take him.

Well, he will be soon. He's very ill. I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. Are you sure he's got one? I can't take him. I fart in your general direction! Uh, very small rocks! Nine pence.