We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot. Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about... You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. Then I dub you 'Sir Bedemere, Knight of the Round Table'. Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. Yeah! This new learning amazes me, Sir Bedevere. Explain again how sheep's bladders may be employed to prevent earthquakes.