Very good. We shall use my largest scales. What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers? 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. And what do you burn apart from witches? Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right?
I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside! What are they? 'cause they're made of... wood? Well, you could say 'Dennis'. Old woman! Are there? No. Now, go away, or I shall taunt you a second time-a!
Aagh! Halt! Who goes there? Yes, I see. Good! Heh heh Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride... to... Camelot!
We've found a witch! Oh, let's be nice to him. That is your purpose, Arthur: the quest for the Holy Grail. No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment. Oh! Not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about... I have to push the pram a lot. What? Ridden on a horse? What makes you think she is a witch? You liar! Old woman! You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long. Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left. Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine.
Now stand aside, worthy adversary. No. We've got a witch! Tell us! Tell us!
Well, do us a favor. My liege! I'm averting my eyes, O Lord. Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine. If... she... weighs... the same as a duck,... she's made of wood.
Thursday. Good Sir Knight, will you come with me to Camelot and join us at the Round Table? No one lives there. Oh, yeah. It's only a model. Oh, there you go bringing class into it again. Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
Oh, yeah. I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. I-- what? Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh. Lead! Lead! Pie Iesu domine... I think I'll go for a walk. Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look?
I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. Well, now, uh, Lancelot, Galahad, and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French, uh, by surprise. There are ways of telling whether she is a witch. What are you doing in England? 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,... Oh, let's be nice to him. Now stand aside, worthy adversary. Oh, yeah. Well, why not?