That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads.

Shut up! You're using coconuts! I am Arthur, King of the Britons. In war we're tough and able, quite indefatigable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there? Right. All right. I am your king! Well, you could say 'Dennis'. Then I dub you 'Sir Bedemere, Knight of the Round Table'. Aagh!

Camelot! We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. He isn't? Oh, don't be such a baby. Chickennn! Come here! So be it! Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left. In that case, I shall have to kill you.

So, why do witches burn?

What? Good Sir Knight, will you come with me to Camelot and join us at the Round Table? Bloody peasant! Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do? 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! None shall pass. Arthur, this is the Holy Grail.