| Arthur: Old woman! | 
| Dennis: MAN! | 
| Arthur: Man, sorry. | 
| What knight lives in that castle over there? | 
| Dennis: I’m 37. | 
| Arthur: What? | 
| Dennis: I’m 37, I’m not old! | 
| Arthur: Well, I can’t just call you «man». | 
| Dennis: You could say «Dennis». | 
| Arthur: I didn’t know you were called Dennis. | 
| Dennis: Well you didn’t bother to find out, did you? | 
| Arthur: I did say I’m sorry about the «old woman"thing, but from behind you | 
| looked… | 
| Dennis: What I object to is you automatically treatin' me like an inferior. | 
| Arthur: Well, I am king. | 
| Dennis: Oh, king, eh? | 
| Very nice. | 
| And how’d you get that, eh? | 
| By exploiting the | 
| workers! | 
| By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the | 
| economic and social differences in our society! | 
| If there’s ever going to be any | 
| progress… | 
| Dennis' Mother: Dennis, Dennis, there’s some lovely filth down here! | 
| Oh. | 
| How’d you do? | 
| Arthur: How do you do, good lady? | 
| I am Arthur, king of the Britons. | 
| Whose castle is that? | 
| Dennis' Mother: King of the who? | 
| Arthur: The Britons. | 
| Dennis' Mother: Who are the Britons? | 
| Arthur: Well, we are. | 
| You are all Britons and I am your king. | 
| Dennis' Mother: I didn’t know we had a king. | 
| I thought we were an autonomous | 
| collective. | 
| Dennis: You’re fooling yourself. | 
| We’re living in a dictatorship! | 
| A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes… | 
| Dennis' Mother: Oh there you go, bringing class into it again! | 
| Dennis: But that’s what it’s all about! | 
| If only people would realise… | 
| Arthur: Please, please, good people. | 
| I am in haste. | 
| Who lives in that castle? | 
| Dennis' Mother: No one lives there. | 
| Arthur: Then who is your lord? | 
| Dennis' Mother: We don’t have a lord. | 
| Arthur: What?! | 
| Dennis: I told you. | 
| We’re an anarcho-syndicalist commune. | 
| We take it in turns | 
| to act as sort-of-executive officer for the week… | 
| Arthur: Yes. | 
| Dennis: … But all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a | 
| special biweekly meeting… | 
| Arthur: Yes, I see. | 
| Dennis:… by a simple majority, in the case of purely internal affairs… | 
| Arthur: Be quiet. | 
| Dennis:… but by a two thirds majority, in the case of more major — | 
| Arthur: Be quiet! | 
| I order you to be quiet! | 
| Dennis' Mother: Order, eh? | 
| Who does he think he is? | 
| Arthur: I am your king! | 
| Dennis' Mother: Well I didn’t vote for you. | 
| Arthur: You don’t vote for kings! | 
| Dennis' Mother: How’d you become king, then? | 
| Arthur: 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! | 
| Dennis: 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. | 
| Arthur: Be quiet! | 
| Dennis: You can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some | 
| watery tart threw a sword at you! | 
| Arthur: Shut up! | 
| Dennis: I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some | 
| moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away! | 
| Arthur: Shut up! | 
| Will you shut up?! | 
| Dennis: Ah, now we see the violence | 
| inherent in the system! | 
| Arthur: Shut up! | 
| Dennis: Oh! | 
| Come and see the violence inherent in the system! | 
| HELP, HELP, | 
| I’M BEING REPRESSED! | 
| Arthur: BLOODY PEASANT! | 
| Dennis: Oh, what a giveaway. | 
| Did you hear that? | 
| Did you hear that, eh? | 
| That’s what I’m on about! | 
| Did you see him repressing me? | 
| You saw it, | 
| didn’t you? |