Blue. No, yel…


Shut up! Will you shut up?! But you are dressed as one… Camelot! You don't vote for kings.


We want a shrubbery!!


Look, my liege! Shut up! But you are dressed as one…

  • The nose?
  • Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot!
  • Look, my liege!

Help, help, I'm being repressed!


Why? 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. Be quiet! A newt?