Allo! Who is eet? Come here! He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp. Come on, then. What do you mean?

I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week,... Aaaagh! Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here?

What makes you think she is a witch? What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers? I am Arthur, King of the Britons.

So, they couldn't bring a coconut back anyway. A witch! A witch!

Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'. Allo! Who is eet? And this isn't my nose. It's a false one. Does wood sink in water? Bloody peasant! Looks like there's dirty work afoot. Well, we did do the nose. Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long. That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads.