Old crone! Is there anywhere in this town where we could buy a shrubbery?
[dramatic chord]
Who sent you?
The Knights Who Say Ni.
Ah! No! Never! We have no shrubberies here.
If you do not tell us where we can buy a shrubbery, my friend and I will say--we will say--"ni".
Ah! Do your worst!
Very well! If you will not assist us voluntarily, "ni"!
No! Never! No shrubberies!
Ni!
No! No!
No, no, no, no, it's not that, it's "ni".
No!
No, no, "ni". You're not doing it properly.
No! Ni!
That's it, that's it, you've got it.
Ni! Ni!
Are you saying Ni to that old woman?
Er, yes.
Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say Ni at will to old ladies. There is a pestilence upon this land. Nothing is sacred. Even those who arrange and design shrubberies are under considerable economic stress at this period in history.
Did you say shrubberies?
Yes, shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.
[slight pause]
Ni!
