You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do? Hah! 'Course it's a good idea! Behold! What happens now? You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight. It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeater of the Saxons, Sovereign of all England! Tis but a scratch! I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin.
No, they'd have to have it on a line. Pull the other one! Now stand aside, worthy adversary. I move for no man. Are there?
No, they'd have to have it on a line. Thursday. Oh, King, eh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the-- Be quiet! Who are the Britons? Be quiet!
The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land? That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp. You're a looney. Oh, cut your own head off! Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her! Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing. You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together. Then you shall die.
We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin. A blessing! A blessing from the Lord! Right. All right. Right. Remove the supports! It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut. It's only a model.
Right! Charge! I am Arthur, King of the Britons. God be praised! I think kill him. Does wood sink in water? No. Now, go away, or I shall taunt you a second time-a! We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot. We eat ham and jam and spam a lot. So, they couldn't bring a coconut back anyway. I don't want to go on the cart!
Mud! Are you suggesting coconuts migrate? Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. Chicken! Found them? In Mercia? The coconut's tropical! Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do? I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king-a?!
Did you dress her up like this? Uh, but you are dressed as one.
Bring out your dead! Oh? All right, we'll call it a draw. Very good. We shall use my largest scales. Aaagh!
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