Are you suggesting coconuts migrate? That is your purpose, Arthur: the quest for the Holy Grail. I'm not interested! Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'. No. I am Arthur, King of the Britons.

Looks like there's dirty work afoot.

Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Look, I'll have your leg. Who art thou? Bring out your dead! Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you? ...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major-- So, why do witches burn? 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? It's a fair cop. 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.

Of course not! You are English types-a! They dressed me up like this. I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king-a?! Oh, yeah, I agree with that. Aaaaaaaah! Right. All right. Build a bridge out of her. Victory is mine!

Well I got better.

Hey, this one is for your mother! There you go. I am Arthur, King of the Britons. How do you know she is a witch? Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, to have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin! Why? Are you sure he's got one? You're using coconuts! Yes, do us all a favor! Shut up! What?

I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king-a?! 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!

I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Cherries! Yes, he is. Mind your own business! Shut up!

Burn her anyway! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride... to... Camelot! Now look here, my good man... A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person.