What makes you think she is a witch? Well, I can't just call you 'Man'. I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside!
I dunno. Must be a king. Uh, very small rocks! What? Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. Bravely ran away, away. And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off! Oh, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations. I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. Uh, but you are dressed as one. Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God with a sacred quest.
No, I've got to go to the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today. You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy. I don't want to go on the cart! Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper!
So? We have ridden since the snows of winter covered this land, through the kingdom of Mercia, through...
What are you doing in England? Shut up, will you? Shut up! Oh, yeah, I agree with that. Uh, churches! Churches! I seek the finest and the bravest knights in the land to join me in my court at Camelot. Pull the other one! You liar! Look! Thpppppt! Thppt! Thppt! You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me?
I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch. Nine pence. I move for no man. Well, why not? Old woman! Here is a duck. Use this duck. Do they hurt? The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then. What?
We've got a witch! I dunno. Must be a king. It's a busy life in Camelot. Cherries! Will you ask your master if he wants to join my court at Camelot?! Now look here, my good man... Ah, but can you not also make bridges out of stone? Aaaagh!
Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? The pond! Throw her into the pond! Uh, gra-- gravy!
I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective. Come here! I don't want to go on the cart! Look, my liege! Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Have at you!
Oh, had enough, eh? We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot. The pond! Throw her into the pond! Well, when's your next round? I seek the finest and the bravest knights in the land to join me in my court at Camelot. 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. Oh, yeah. Arthur! Arthur, King of the Britons! Arthur, this is the Holy Grail. Bravely ran away, away.
Just a flesh wound. No one lives there. I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. Be quiet! Fiends! I'll tear them apart! Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her!
Thursday. He hasn't got shit all over him. What happens now? Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you? It's a fair cop. I've had worse. Mud! What a strange person.
It's only a model. I-- what? Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh. Umm! One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling. 'Ere. He says he's not dead! Aaaagh! You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me?