Look, my liege!
Camelot.
Camelot!
Camelot.
It's only a model.
Look, my liege!
Camelot.
Camelot!
Camelot.
It's only a model.
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! [makes taunting gestures at them]
What a strange person.
Now, look here, my good man--
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!
Welcome, gentle sir Knight. Welcome to the Castle Anthrax.
The Castle Anthrax?
Yes, it's not a very good name, is it? Oh, but we are nice, and we will attend to your every, every need.
Oh, I am afraid our life must seem very dull and quiet compared to yours. We are but eight-score young blonds and brunettes, all between 16 and 19 1/2, cut off in this castle with no one to protect us. Oooh, it is a lonely life: Bathing, dressing, undressing, making exciting underwear. We are just not used to handsome knights.
You must spank her well, and after you are done with her, you may deal with her as you like, and then spank me.
And me. And me too. And me.
Yes. Yes, you must give us all a good spanking. And after the spanking, the oral sex.
Well, I could stay a bit longer.
We were in the nick of time. You were in great peril.
I don't think I was.
Yes, you were. You were in terrible peril.
Look, let me go back in there and face the peril.
No, it's far too perilous.
Look, it's my duty as a knight to sample as much peril as I can.
No, we've got to find the Holy Grail. Come on.
Oh, let me have just a little bit of peril?
No. It's unhealthy.
I bet you're gay.
No, I'm not.
Well, that's no ordinary rabbit! That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!
You tit! I soiled my armor, I was so scared!
Look, that rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide, it's a killer!
Get stuffed!
He'll do you up a treat, mate.
Oh, yeah?
Mangy Scots git!
I'm warning you!
We have the Holy Hand Grenade.
Yes, of course! The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch! 'Tis one of the sacred relics Brother Maynard carries with him. Brother Maynard! Bring up the Holy Hand Grenade!
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
How does it, um — how does it work?
I know not, my liege.
Consult the Book of Armaments!
Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.
And Saint Attila raised the Hand Grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this Thy Hand Grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies into tiny pieces... in Thy mercy.'
And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths, and carp, and anchovies, and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats, and large chu —
Skip a bit, Brother.
And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once at the number three, being the third number be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'
Amen.
Amen.
Right! [removes the Holy Pin] One!... Two!... FIVE!
Three, sir.
THREE!
[Arthur throws the Hand Grenade. A chorus of angels sing before it explodes, destroying the rabbit.]
There! Look!
What does it say?
What language is that?
Brother Maynard! You are our scholar.
It's Aramaic.
What does it say?
It says, 'Here may be found the last words of Joseph of Arimethea: "He who is valiant and pure of spirit may find the Holy Grail in the Castle of Aaaaarrrgh"'.
What?
'"...The Castle of Aaaaarrrgh"'.
Where is that?
He must have died while carving it.
Oh, come on!
Well that's what it says.
Look, if he was dying, he wouldn't bother to carve 'Aaaaarrrgh'. He'd just say it!
Perhaps he was dictating.
STOP! Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.
Ask me the questions, Bridgekeeper. I am not afraid.
What... is your name?
My name is Sir Lancelot of Camelot.
What... is your quest?
To seek the Holy Grail.
What... is your favourite colour?
Blue.
Right. Off you go.
Oh, thank you. Thank you very much. [crosses the Bridge]
That's easy! [He approaches the Bridge. The others follow him.]
STOP! Whoever approacheth the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.
Ask me the questions, Bridgekeeper. I'm not afraid.
What... is your name?
Sir Robin of Camelot.
What... is your quest?
To seek the Holy Grail.
What... is the capital of Assyria?
I don't know that! AAAAAAAAHHH! [is cast into the gorge by an invisible force]
STOP! What... is your name?
Sir Galahad of Camelot.
What... is your quest?
I seek the Grail.
What... is your favourite colour?
Blue. No, yellOOOOOOOW!! [is cast into the gorge]
Hee hee heh. STOP! What... is your name?
It is Arthur, King of the Britons.
What... is your quest?
To seek the Holy Grail.
What... is the average air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
What do you mean? An African or European swallow?
Huh? I don't know that! EEEEEEAAAARRGH!!! [is cast into the gorge]
How do you know so much about swallows?
Well, you have to know these things when you're a king, you know.