He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin Well, we did do the nose. Aagh!
Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Oh, don't be such a baby. None shall pass. Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper! You don't vote for kings. I'm thirty-seven. ...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major-- Oh, yeah.
She has got a wart. Man! 'cause they're made of... wood?
I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch. Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science? 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? Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine. Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look? So, why do witches burn? Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together? Now, this is your last chance. I've been more than reasonable. She has got a wart. Oh, don't be such a baby.
And that, my liege, is how we know the earth to be banana-shaped. Oh, shut up. Ah, but can you not also make bridges out of stone? Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European swallow. That's my point.