And this one's for your dad! And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off... We don't have a lord.

I'm thirty-seven. Oh, certainly, sir.

Well? Yes. Yeah, a bit. You don't vote for kings. Yeah! Throw her into the pond!

What are you going to do, bleed on me? Oh, there you go bringing class into it again. And gallantly, he chickened out. And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off... Thppppt! Aaaagh! ...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major-- Right. All right.

We don't have a lord. Burn her anyway! Burn her! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride... to... Camelot! Why? I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!

And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off... Charge! A blessing! A blessing from the Lord! A duck! Oh, yes. It's very nice. Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper! Bravely ran away, away.

You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me? Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! That is your purpose, Arthur: the quest for the Holy Grail. 'Ere. He says he's not dead! Are there? Yes. Well, when's your next round?

Aaaaaaaah! Arthur! Arthur, King of the Britons! Did you dress her up like this? Of course not! You are English types-a! One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling. Not at all. They could be carried. Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there? I'm not interested! Well, now, uh, Lancelot, Galahad, and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French, uh, by surprise. Be quiet!