What a strange person. 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.
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.
Why? Camelot! Why? Well, I didn't vote for you. The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice!
- Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical!
- And this isn't my nose. This is a false one.
- Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!
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! Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!
- The nose?
- Look, my liege!
- How do you know she is a witch?
We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. Well, I didn't vote for you. Did you dress her up like this? 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!