The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice!
Well, I got better. Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! I have to push the pram a lot. No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart.
I'm not dead!
Well, she turned me into a newt. I am your king. We found them.
- Oh, ow!
- And the hat. She's a witch!
- A newt?
Dennis the Peasant
We want a shrubbery!! No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart. …Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate? Oh, ow! Now, look here, my good man. Burn her anyway!
The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice!
Now, look here, my good man. Look, my liege! I dunno. Must be a king. Now, look here, my good man. A newt? Well, I got better.
- Shut up!
- Well, how'd you become king, then?
- Did you dress her up like this?
- …Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?
Sir Lancelot
…Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate? Camelot! Well, what do you want?
We want a shrubbery!!
I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough water! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Now leave before I am forced to taunt you a second time! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! On second thoughts, let's not go there. It is a silly place. Who's that then? Now, look here, my good man.
Well, I got better. Bring her forward! Well, we did do the nose. And the hat. She's a witch! The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.
It's only a model. The nose? 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. That is why I am your king. You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits!
Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. Bloody Peasant!
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You don't vote for kings. Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! Where'd you get the coconuts? No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart.
How do you know she is a witch?
I'm not a witch. 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. That is why I am your king. Bring her forward! Camelot! I am your king.
- Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical!
- Well, what do you want?
- Oh, ow!
- You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits!
How do you know she is a witch?
Why do you think that she is a witch? Well, Mercia's a temperate zone! Shut up! Will you shut up?! And this isn't my nose. This is a false one. Bring her forward!
We want a shrubbery!!
Well, what do you want? I dunno. Must be a king. Where'd you get the coconuts?
- It's only a model.
- Bring her forward!
- I am your king.
What… is your quest?
Burn her! I am your king. Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land. Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods.
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Where'd you get the coconuts? 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. Where'd you get the coconuts? You don't vote for kings. How do you know she is a witch? Be quiet!
You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits! Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being repressed! Oh, ow! He hasn't got shit all over him. Oh, ow!
Who's that then? Well, we did do the nose. You don't vote for kings. …Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?
She looks like one. Bloody Peasant! On second thoughts, let's not go there. It is a silly place.