Minstrel: [singing] Bravely bold Sir Robin, rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Robin. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin. He was not in the least bit scared to being mashed into a pulp, or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his knee caps split, and his body burned away, and his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin. His head smashed in and heart cut out, and his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged, and his nostrils ripped and his bottom burned off and his penis...
Sir Robin: THAT'S, that's quite enough, Minstrel.
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'And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'
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I fart your general direction...now go away or I shall taunt you a second time.
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Your mother is a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries... now go away before I taunt you a second time!
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And now you must go into the forest and cut down the largest tree with... a herring!
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Listen, strange woman lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.
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Forget about freedom, Dennis. Think more about mud.
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Your mother was a hampster, and your father smelt of elderberries.
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She's a witch!' 'A witch? How do you know she's a witch?' 'She turned me into a newt!' 'A newt?' '... I got better.
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None shall pass.
What?
None shall pass.
I have no quarrel with you good sir knight, but i must cross this bridge.
Then you shall die.
I command you, as Arthur King of the Britians to stand aside.
I move... for no man.
So be it!
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