It's only a model. What a strange person. The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart. The nose?
I'm not dead!
Well, she turned me into a newt. We found them. Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! Well, I got better.
- Well, what do you want?
- Shut up! Will you shut up?!
- Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot!
I'm not dead!
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. How do you know she is a witch? Why? Camelot! I dunno. Must be a king. What do you mean?
Am I right?
She looks like one. No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart. Now, look here, my good man.
- Well, Mercia's a temperate zone!
- You don't vote for kings.
- It's only a model.
First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin
Oh, ow! I am your king. On second thoughts, let's not go there. It is a silly place.