Chickennn! I dunno. Must be a king. Oh! You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- Am I right? Halt! Who goes there?

I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective. Oh, yeah. Um, l-- look, i-- i-- if we built this large wooden badger... 'cause they're made of... wood? Arthur! Arthur, King of the Britons! When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled. Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person. Who are the Britons?

Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you? Are you sure he's got one? Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! I have to push the pram a lot.

What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers?

Nine pence. I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I can't. No, it floats! It floats!

That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads. There are ways of telling whether she is a witch. Oh, yeah. True. Uhh... What? You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do? Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged. Where'd you get the coconuts?

What happens now? No, no. No, no. Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. God be praised! Well, why not? What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers? I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked- You're using coconuts!

They dressed me up like this. What do you mean? Well, when's your next round? We burn her! Right! Yeaaah! Yeaah! Mind your own business! I am, and this is my trusty servant Patsy. We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master. Come on, you pansy! Mud!