Shut up! We have found a witch. May we burn her? Look, I'll have your leg. Look well, Arthur, for it is your sacred task to seek this grail. Look, my liege! Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long. Old woman! I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Ooh!

Well, this is a temperate zone. I can't. I seek the finest and the bravest knights in the land to join me in my court at Camelot.

Nine pence. Nothing. Here's your nine pence. Right. Remove the supports!

Bravely ran away, away. Yes, I see. That is your purpose, Arthur: the quest for the Holy Grail. Uh, but you are dressed as one. Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. I'm averting my eyes, O Lord. Well, what are you, then? Oh, I don't think so.