Oh, don't grovel! Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh. You'll what?
I think kill him. The nose? Bread!
No. No. God be praised! Well, now, uh, Lancelot, Galahad, and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French, uh, by surprise.
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. Nothing. Here's your nine pence. We burn her! Right! Yeaaah! Yeaah! So he has. He's scarpered. We've got a witch! I dunno. Must be a king. Right. Right. So? We have ridden since the snows of winter covered this land, through the kingdom of Mercia, through... I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside!
That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of-- Well, I can't just call you 'Man'.
We haven't got enough mud. Cherries! No. Now, go away, or I shall taunt you a second time-a! Yes, Lord. Pull the other one! Oh, let's be nice to him.
And don't apologize. None shall pass. Bloody peasant! Pull the other one! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride... to... Camelot! Come here! Halt!
Who leaps out? Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, to have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin! I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. She looks like one. God be praised! My liege! I would be honored. Look, stop that. No. Now, go away, or I shall taunt you a second time-a! Yeah!