And the hat, but she is a witch! Yes, do us all a favor!
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Oh, let's be nice to him. You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- A witch! A witch! You don't vote for kings. 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? Well, I didn't vote for you. I seek the finest and the bravest knights in the land to join me in my court at Camelot. Look, my liege!
What makes you think she is a witch? Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? What are you doing in England?
Look! Oh, yeah. True. Uhh... We don't have a lord. Well, how did you become King, then? Run away! Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place. Halt! Who goes there? ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting... Then you shall die. 'Ere. He says he's not dead!
My liege! 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. Oh, yeah. Oh. Am I right? Will you ask your master if he wants to join my court at Camelot?! The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. Camelot! Bring out your dead! Nine pence.
I am, and this is my trusty servant Patsy. We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master. I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked- I'm getting better! The nose? Uh, gra-- gravy! Look, my liege! ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting... I'm not interested!