You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! No. No. He says they've already got one! Camelot!
Well, I can't just call you 'Man'. And this one's for your dad! Well, when's your next round? It's a busy life in Camelot. What a strange person. Bring out your dead! Nine pence.
Tell me. What do you do with witches? Hey, this one is for your mother! There you go. Well, I am King!
I have to push the pram a lot. Bring her forward. We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. You don't vote for kings. Well, you could say 'Dennis'. What? Ridden on a horse? Thursday. Halt! Who goes there? Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science? That is why I am your king!
Well, I can't just call you 'Man'. Tell us! Tell us! No, it floats! It floats! Run away! Shut up, will you? Shut up! Yes. Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
Yapping on all the time. Ah, thanks very much. Does wood sink in water? Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right? Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Well, how did you become King, then? ...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major-- 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.