You must bring us... a shrubbery!

I am a shrubber.  Shrubberies are my trade.

"She turned me into a newt! ....I got better...."

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 be mashed into a pulp, or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecaps 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 raped and his bottom burned off and his penis...

Sir Robin: That's, uh, that's enough music for now, lads... looks like there's dirty work afoot.

That was never five minutes just now!

King Arthur: One, two, five!
Sir Galahad: Three sir!
King Arthur: THREE!

Arthur Name: What's brown and sounds like a bell?
[Iris shakes head in confusion]
Arthur Name: Dung!

BRING ON THE ARCHITECT SKETCH!

Gentlemen, we have two basic suggestions for the design of this...

...Yes, but are African Swallows migratory?

Should we take European swallows into account?

England! England! England!

Stop saying that!

Finland! Finland! Finland!

I said England!

You indeed said England, but you didn't expect the spanish inquisition!

Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!

Burn her!

Ni!

With a herring!

Just a flesh wound

Your arm's off!

It's funny, isn't it? How your best friend can just blow up like that?

Count to three.

Your highness, when I said that you are like a stream of bat's piss, I only mean that you shine out like a shaft of gold when all around it is dark.

Run away!