ARTHUR: Old woman! DENNIS: Man! ARTHUR: Man, sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there? DENNIS: Im thirty seven. ARTHUR: What? DENNIS: Im thirty seven -- Im not old! ARTHUR: Well, I cant just call you `Man. DENNIS: Well, you could say `Dennis. ARTHUR: Well, I didnt know you were called `Dennis. DENNIS: Well, you didnt bother to find out, did you? ARTHUR: I did say sorry about the `old woman, but from the behind you looked-- DENNIS: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior! ARTHUR: Well, I AM king... DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An howd you get that, eh? By exploitin the workers -- by angin on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic an social differences in our society! ....If theres ever going to be any progress-- WOMAN: Dennis, theres some lovely filth down here. Oh -- how dyou do? ARTHUR: How do you do, good lady. I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Whose castle is that? WOMAN: King of the who? ARTHUR: The Britons. WOMAN: Who are the Britons? ARTHUR: Well, we all are. were all Britons and I am your king. WOMAN: I didnt know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective. DENNIS: Youre fooling yourself. Were living in a dictatorship. ..... A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- WOMAN: Oh there you go, bringing class into it again. DENNIS: Thats what its all about if only people would-- ARTHUR: Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? WOMAN: No one lives there. ARTHUR: Then who is your lord? WOMAN: We dont have a lord. ARTHUR: What? DENNIS: I told you. Were an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a 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-- ARTHUR: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet! WOMAN: Order, eh -- who does he think he is? ARTHUR: I am your king! WOMAN: Well, I didnt vote for you. ARTHUR: You dont vote for kings. WOMAN: Well, ow did you become king then? ARTHUR: The Lady of the Lake, [angels sing] 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. [singing stops] 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: Well you cant 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 around sayin I was an empereror just because some moistened bink had lobbed a scimitar at me theyd 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! Im being repressed! ARTHUR: Bloody peasant! DENNIS: Oh, what a give away. Did you here that, did you here that, eh?.... Thats what Im on about -- did you see him repressing me, you saw it didnt you?
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 14:18:02 +0000
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