Well, Mercia's a temperate zone!

Well, Mercia's a temperate zone! How do you know she is a witch? What a strange person. Well, we did do the nose. Burn her! Well, what do you want?

You don't vote for kings. Why do you think that she is a witch? Well, she turned me into a newt. How do you know she is a witch?

You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

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! Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods.

Well, Mercia's a temperate zone! 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!

He hasn't got $*** all over him.

And this isn't my nose. This is a false one. 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.

Burn her! We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. 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.

Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! Oh, ow! 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.