Be quiet!

Shut up! How do you know she is a witch? Look, my liege! You don't vote for kings.

On second thoughts, let's not go there. It is a silly place. Why do you think that she is a witch? It's only a model. Burn her anyway! …Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?

Now, look here, my good man.

She looks like one. Where'd you get the coconuts? 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. Why do you think that she is a witch?

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.

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. The nose? Well, I got better. You don't vote for kings.