Sir Ector Now, what's all the commotion, hmm?
Oh, the kitchen! It's under an evil spell! It's bewitched!
Sir Ector Oh... I bet it's that old goat Marvin. [To Kay] Come on, son! I knew he'd give us trouble! [Goes to the kitchen and sees the magic Merlin used on the dishes and mops] GADZOOKS!!! BLACK MAGIC OF THE WORST KIND!!! Come on, Kay, to the attack!
You old goat! If I ever catch you in my kitchen again, I'll--
Oh dear. He-he's gone!
Sir Ector Well, by Jove...
We ought to run the old geezer right out of the castle.
Sir Ector Oh, no, no, no, no, no, Kay, no! He might cast an evil spell on the lot of us. Turn us all to stone! Shh! No, there's no telling what the old devil might do.
He's not an old devil! He- he's good, and his magic is good, too. If you'd just leave him alone--
Sir Ector Now look here, Wart, that's three more demerits!
Box his ears, Dad.
Just because you can't understand something, it doesn't mean it's wrong!
Sir Ector Ten more demerits!
Sir Ector You've said aplenty, boy! All that popping off just cooked your goose! Kay, from now on, young Hobbs is your squire. You hear that, Wart? Hobbs is going to be Kay's squire.
And that'll teach you to pop off, you little pipsqueak. [As Kay leaves the kitchen with Sir Ector, he chops a mop (that humiliated him earlier) in half with his sword]
I'm sorry, lad. Sorry I spoiled everything. I know that trip to London meant a great deal to you.
Oh, it's not your fault. I shouldn't have popped off. Now I'm really done for.
No, no, you're in a great spot, boy. You can't go down now, it can only be up from here.
I'd like to know how.
Use your head, and education, lad.
Get it first, and who knows? Are you willing to try?
Sir Ector Hold on, Kay! Wait a minute. [Reads the inscription under the hilt] "Whoso pulleth out this sword..." [Shocked] Why, it's...it's the Sword in the Stone!
The Sword in the Stone?! It can't be!
Sir Ector But look! It is!
It's the marvelous sword!
Hold everything! Someone's pulled the sword from the stone!
It's a miracle, ordained by Heaven. This boy is our King!
Sir Ector Well, by Jove...
What's the lad's name?
Sir Ector Eh, Wart. Oh, uh, I mean, Arthur.
Hail King Arthur!
HAIL KING ARTHUR! LONG LIVE THE KING!
Sir Ector Oh, forgive me, son. Forgive me.
Oh, please don't, sir.
Sir Ector Kay, bow down to your King.
So at last, the miracle had come to pass in that far-off time upon New Year's Day, and the glorious reign of King Arthur was begun.
