So, how do we tell whether she is made of wood? I-- what? Aaaagh! What? No, it floats! It floats!
Oh, let's be nice to him. That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of-- One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling. Please! 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. Come on, then. When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled. You're using coconuts! Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system. Oh, don't grovel!
You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight. You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy. I don't want to go on the cart! Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing.
Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! If... she... weighs... the same as a duck,... she's made of wood. Halt! Who goes there? Oh, don't grovel! Help! Help! I'm being repressed! Pull the other one! Well, this is a temperate zone. What happens now? And this isn't my nose. It's a false one. Victory is mine!
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off...
Is there someone else up there we could talk to? We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. What are they? I don't want to go on the cart! One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling. Looks like there's dirty work afoot.
Aaaagh! I'm invincible! Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long. The pond! Throw her into the pond! Then you shall die. Well, I can't just call you 'Man'. Lead! Lead! Oh, yeah. True. Uhh... ...by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,...
Oh, yeah. Oh. Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God with a sacred quest.
If... she... weighs... the same as a duck,... she's made of wood. Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin. Bring out your dead! Nine pence. Oh, let's be nice to him. He says they've already got one! Oh, I don't think so. He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin
Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! What? Oh, don't grovel! Do they hurt? In that case, I shall have to kill you. 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,... I fart in your general direction! You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me? Oh, there you go bringing class into it again. Well, he will be soon. He's very ill.
Well? Well, you could say 'Dennis'. A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! Oh! No. No. Did you dress her up like this? Ooh! I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked- We've found a witch!
Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there? Halt! 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. Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing. Tell us! Tell us! Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together? And what do you burn apart from witches? Oh, yes. It's very nice. I can't take him.
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin 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. Ooh! Did you dress her up like this? Oh, I don't think so. That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads. 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!
You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! I-- what? Here's one. Aaaagh! Well, what are you, then? Who leaps out? A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! Well, when's your next round? Oh, don't grovel!
Then you shall die. And therefore? Oh, shut up. Oh, let's be nice to him. And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off! I'm averting my eyes, O Lord. Nothing. Here's your nine pence. None shall pass. My liege!
I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here?