Throw her into the pond! Now, this is your last chance. I've been more than reasonable. Oh, cut your own head off! Help! Help! I'm being repressed! Right. All right. The pond! Throw her into the pond!
Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. Well? Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh.
You're using coconuts! I'm not dead! So he has. He's scarpered. Bring out your dead! Oh, shut up. Here's one. Come on, you pansy!
Ah, thanks very much. Well, when's your next round? I'm not! Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about... You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- We burn her! Right! Yeaaah! Yeaah!
I never! I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked- Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long. Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'. She turned me into a newt.
Be quiet! Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right? There are ways of telling whether she is a witch. If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force!
You're using coconuts! Then I dub you 'Sir Bedemere, Knight of the Round Table'. Then who is your lord? Yes, Lord. Well, I am King! Are you sure he's got one? That is your purpose, Arthur: the quest for the Holy Grail. Ah, thanks very much.