Why do you think that she is a witch? How do you know she is a witch? And the hat. She's a witch! The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.
Why? Be quiet! We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. 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.
Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being repressed! It's only a model. Well, what do you want? And this isn't my nose. This is a false one. We found them.
I have to push the pram a lot. We want a shrubbery!! And the hat. She's a witch! Burn her! The nose?
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. Shut up! Will you shut up?!
Bring her forward! What do you mean? Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Who's that then? Why do you think that she is a witch? …Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate? Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! I have to push the pram a lot.
Well, what do you want? The nose? He hasn't got shit all over him. We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. What do you mean?
Where'd you get the coconuts? Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart. Bring her forward!
Why do you think that she is a witch? Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! We found them. Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being repressed!
Well, she turned me into a newt. The nose? 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.
The nose? Burn her anyway! What a strange person. Where'd you get the coconuts? Camelot!
Why do you think that she is a witch? Well, we did do the nose. Where'd you get the coconuts? He hasn't got shit all over him.
Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. Where'd you get the coconuts?
A newt? The nose? Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! I'm not a witch. 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! Now leave before I am forced to taunt you a second time!