You don’t frighten us, English pig dogs. Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called “Arthur King,” you and all your silly English K-nig-hts. And Dinsdale says ‘I hear you’ve been a naughty boy, Clement’, and he splits me nostrils open, saws me leg off and pulls me liver out. And I tell him ‘My name’s not Clement’, and then he loses his temper and nails my head to the floor.
I’m Brian, and so’s my wife! What is the capital of Assyria?
I will not have my fwends widiculed by the common soldiewy. Anybody else feel like a little… giggle… when I mention my fwiend… Biggus… Dickus?
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.
Not necessarily. I could be arguing in my spare time. Well, er, yes Mr. Anchovy, but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful. And whereas in most professions these would be considerable drawbacks, in chartered accountancy, they’re a positive boon.