Oh, there you go bringing class into it again. Who's that, then? Halt! Who goes there? Chicken! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! I'm not dead! Mud! When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled. Good Sir Knight, will you come with me to Camelot and join us at the Round Table? He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin

Look, my liege! Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing.

It's only a model. Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long. The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then. Is there someone else up there we could talk to? Well, now, uh, Lancelot, Galahad, and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French, uh, by surprise. Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about... God be praised! Fiends! I'll tear them apart! Be quiet! I fart in your general direction!

Well, what are you, then? I'm not! He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin I feel happy. I feel happy. Victory is mine! Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine. Be quiet! I order you to be quiet! We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot. We eat ham and jam and spam a lot.

But then of course, uh, African swallows are non-migratory. Hey, this one is for your mother! There you go. What? Bring out your dead! You're a looney.

Chickennn! Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her! Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look? I'm averting my eyes, O Lord. Hey, this one is for your mother! There you go. Cider! Who leaps out? Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science?

Oh, shut up. I've had worse. It could be carried by an African swallow! How do you know she is a witch? And what do you burn apart from witches? Look well, Arthur, for it is your sacred task to seek this grail. I move for no man. Did you dress her up like this? What? Ridden on a horse? I am Arthur, King of the Britons.