One, Two, ... Five!" "three, My Lord.

There Is No Cannibalism In The British Navy, Absolutely None. And When I Say None, I Mean There Is A Certain Amount, More Than I Personally Admit.

Sir Beldevere: What Makes You Think She's A Witch? Peasant 3: Well, She Turned Me Into A Newt! Sir Beldevere: A Newt? Peasant 3: [meekly After A Long Pause] ... I Got Better. Crowd: [shouts] Burn Her Anyway!

Camelot Is A Silly Place.

She Turned Me Into A Newt. ... But I Got Better.

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!