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. Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!
We want a shrubbery!! On second thoughts, let’s not go there. It is a silly place. On second thoughts, let’s not go there. It is a silly place. You don’t vote for kings. What a strange person.
How do you know she is a witch? Well, I got better. I’m not a witch. Did you dress her up like this? Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!
No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart. 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.
Shut up! Will you shut up?! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! Shut up! You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
Bloody Peasant! Shut up! Will you shut up?! Well, what do you want? Bloody Peasant!