Then who is your lord? What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers? Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine. She has got a wart. Come, Patsy. Now stand aside, worthy adversary. How do you know she is a witch?

It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut. What a strange person. I can't take him. Are you sure he's got one? Oh, had enough, eh?

Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine. You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight. We have found a witch. May we burn her? Right. Remove the supports! Well, I can't just call you 'Man'. Very good. We shall use my largest scales.

Help! Help! I'm being repressed! Does wood sink in water? Mud! Fiends! I'll tear them apart! Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper! Bring out your dead! Nine pence. Uh, very small rocks! What? Build a bridge out of her.

He says they've already got one! Then you shall die. Bring her forward. Bring out your dead! Nine pence. Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together? You liar! Victory is mine! What?

Cherries!