§2 Halt!

§2 Hallo!

§2 Hallo!

§3 Allo! Who is eet?

§2 It is King Arthur, and these are my Knights of the Round Table. Whose castle is this?

§3 This is the castle of my master, Guy de Loimbard.

§2 Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail.

§3 Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. Uh, he's already got one, you see.

§2 What?

§4 He says they've already got one!

§2 Are you sure he's got one?

§3 Oh, yes. It's very nice-a. (I told him we already got one.)

§2 Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look?

§3 Of course not! You are English types-a!

§2 Well, what are you, then?

§3 I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king-a?!

§4 What are you doing in England?

§3 Mind your own business!

§2 If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force!

§3 You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnnigets. Thpppppt! Thppt! Thppt!

§4 What a strange person.

§2 Now look here, my good man--

§3 I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!

§4 Is there someone else up there we could talk to?

§3 No. Now, go away, or I shall taunt you a second time-a!

§2 Now, this is your last chance. I've been more than reasonable.

§3 (Fetchez la vache.)

§6 Quoi?

§3 (Fetchez la vache!)

§2 If you do not agree to my commands, then I shall--Jesus Christ!

§7 Christ! Ah! Ohh!...

§2 Right! Charge!

§7 Charge!

§3 Hey, this one is for your mother! There you go.

§3 And this one's for your dad!

§2 Run away!

§7 Run away!

§3 Thppppt!