Arthur: Old woman!
Old woman: Man!
Arthur: Man, sorry. What knight lives in that castle.
Man: I'm thirty-seven.
Arthur: What?
Man: I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old.
Arthur: Well I can't just call you man.
Man: You couldn've said '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 sorry about the old woman but from behind you looked-
Dennis: What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior.
Arthur: Well I AM king.
Dennis: Oh, king eh? Very nice. And how did you get that? By exploiting the workers! By hanging on to our dated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the social and economic differences in our society.
Lady: Dennis! There's some lovely filth down here! OH! How do you do?
Arthur: How do you do good lady. I am Arthur, King of the Britains.
Lady: King of the who?
A: The Britains.
L: Who are the Britains.
A: Well, we all are. We are all Britains. And I am your king.
L: I didn't know we had a king, I thought we were an autonomous collective.