How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that? Halt! Who goes there?
I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside! Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off! Uh, gra-- gravy!
What are you going to do, bleed on me? The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land? So, how do we tell whether she is made of wood? Yes, I see. Mind your own business! He beat a very brave retreat...
Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. What makes you think she is a witch? Looks like there's dirty work afoot. It's only a model. And this isn't my nose. It's a false one. Be quiet! You liar!
Hey, this one is for your mother! There you go.
If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force! Well, we did do the nose. The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. Halt! Who goes there? I'm thirty-seven. Uh, churches! Churches! I dunno. Must be a king. I-- what? I'm invincible!
Oh? All right, we'll call it a draw. That is your purpose, Arthur: the quest for the Holy Grail. 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. You're using coconuts!
Oh, don't grovel! I feel happy. I feel happy. I think kill him. More witches! Oh, yeah. How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that? Oh, certainly, sir. I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective. It's only a model.
Well, he will be soon. He's very ill. Do they hurt? You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together. A blessing! A blessing from the Lord! Camelot! None shall pass. Right! Arthur, King of the Britons, your Knights of the Round Table shall have a task to make them an example in these dark times. Uh, he's already got one, you see.