So, how do we tell whether she is made of wood? I-- what? Aaaagh! What? No, it floats! It floats!
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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?