Yeah! No, it floats! It floats! No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment. I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked- I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week,...

There are ways of telling whether she is a witch. Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here? Hey, this one is for your mother! There you go. Well, do us a favor.

And therefore? Yes, he is. And gallantly, he chickened out. We have found a witch. May we burn her? I'm not interested! What happens now? Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin. Arthur! Arthur, King of the Britons!

Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science? Build a bridge out of her. What? Ridden on a horse? We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. God be praised! Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. Do they hurt?

Uh, very small rocks! Shut up, will you? Shut up! Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her! Cider!

I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside! Come here! Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her! Am I right? 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 By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.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--

Oh, I don't think so. Yes, do us all a favor! Mud! Ah, but can you not also make bridges out of stone? Are there? Do they hurt? No one lives there.