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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’ how’d 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 By exploitin’ the workers — by ‘angin’ on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic an’ social differences in our society!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 there’s ever going to be any progress—
WOMAN: 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. Who’s castle is that?
WOMAN: King of the who? A
RTHUR: The Britons.
WOMAN: Who are the Britons?
ARTHUR: Well, we all are. we’re all Britons and I am your king.
WOMAN: 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—
WOMAN: Oh there you go, bringing class into it again.
DENNIS: That’s what it’s all about if only people would—
ARTHUR: Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
WOMAN: No one live there.
ARTHUR: Then who is your lord?
WOMAN: 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 a sort of executive officer for the week.
ARTHUR: Yes.
DENNIS: But all the decision 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 didn’t vote for you.
ARTHUR: You don’t 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 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 around sayin’ I was an empereror 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 give away. Did you here that, did you here that, eh? That’s what I’m on about — did you see him repressing me, you saw it didn’t you?
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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’ how’d 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 there’s ever going to be any progress—WOMAN: 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. Who’s castle is that?WOMAN: King of the who? ARTHUR: The Britons.WOMAN: Who are the Britons?ARTHUR: Well, we all are. we’re all Britons and I am your king.WOMAN: 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—WOMAN: Oh there you go, bringing class into it again.DENNIS: That’s what it’s all about if only people would—ARTHUR: Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?WOMAN: No one live there.ARTHUR: Then who is your lord?WOMAN: 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 a sort of executive officer for the week.ARTHUR: Yes.DENNIS: But all the decision 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 didn’t vote for you.ARTHUR: You don’t 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 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 around sayin’ I was an empereror 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 give away. Did you here that, did you here that, eh? That’s what I’m on about — did you see him repressing me, you saw it didn’t you?Laugh forever
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