Friar Tuck
[singing drunkenly]
Old King Richard's gone to war, loves his wine and warring/But those of us hwo stay at home, there's only beer and whoring/Play the music, dance the day, think not of tomorrow...
Sir Guy of Gisborne
Friar! I'm sure you shall find it much more difficult to sing with a sword in your gullet!
Friar Tuck
Yes, my lord. [laughs, to himself] You pig.

