I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. A duck! Oh, shut up. Are you suggesting coconuts migrate? I feel happy. I feel happy. Come on, you pansy! Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! 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! Then who is your lord?
I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. No one lives there. I think I'll go for a walk. I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Be quiet! I order you to be quiet! Oh! What is your name? Not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
Are there? What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior! We've got a witch! Oh, yes. It's very nice. Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! Here's one. I am your king! No. Are you sure he's got one?
One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling. Man! I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away! So he has. He's scarpered. I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting... Tis but a scratch!
'Course it's a good idea! Behold! Bring out your dead! Nine pence. Right. Remove the supports! Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her! Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh. No, I've got to go to the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today. What also floats in water? We have found a witch. May we burn her? So? We have ridden since the snows of winter covered this land, through the kingdom of Mercia, through...
Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'. Are you suggesting coconuts migrate? 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 By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.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-- Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin. Run away! Yes. Yeah, a bit. Bring out your dead! Well, now, uh, Lancelot, Galahad, and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French, uh, by surprise.
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! Now, this is your last chance. I've been more than reasonable. We have found a witch. May we burn her? Oh! No. Now, go away, or I shall taunt you a second time-a! Come here!
Good idea, O Lord! I think kill him. Yes.
Well, why not? Um, l-- look, i-- i-- if we built this large wooden badger... Then I dub you 'Sir Bedemere, Knight of the Round Table'. Old woman! 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-- His head smashed in and his heart cut out. Ooh! None shall pass. Oh, there you go bringing class into it again. She looks like one.
I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. I'm not!
Arthur, this is the Holy Grail. And don't apologize. A witch! A witch! Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
We've got a witch! Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? 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.
You liar! That is why I am your king! I feel happy. I feel happy. Cider! It's a fair cop. Well, what are you, then?
Did you dress her up like this? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right? I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked- You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight. The Britons. Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there? Yeah! And don't apologize.