Intro tekst - And the hat. She's a witch! …Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate? Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. A newt? Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot!
What do you mean? Well, we did do the nose. We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical! No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart. Shut up! Will you shut up?!
Well, what do you want? Burn her! He hasn't got shit all over him. Well, she turned me into a newt.
And the hat. She's a witch! What a strange person. Be quiet! Burn her anyway! I am your king. Well, I didn't vote for you.
We found them. She looks like one. 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.
Bring her forward! You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits!
You don't vote for kings. Well, she turned me into a newt. Shut up! 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.
I'm not a witch. Bloody Peasant! Why do you think that she is a witch? Look, my liege!
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