Spamalot - Dennis's Mother

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 By hanging on to outdated imperialist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, there's a lot of good mud over there. Oh how d'you do?

How do you do, good lady.

How d'you do. I'm Mrs. Galahad, widowed mother of Dennis,
married to Nobby the Cretin, dropped dead last Tuesday, which does leave me sadly available.

I am Arthur, King of the Britons.

King of the who?

The Britons.

Who are the Britons?

Well, we all are. We are all Britons and I am your king.

I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous
collective.

You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship. A self-
perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes....

Oh, there you go, bringing class into it again.

Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who is your lord?

We don't have a lord.

Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!

Oh! Order, eh? Who does he think he is?

I am your king!

Well, I didn't vote for you.

You don't vote for kings.

Well, how did you become king then?

ILL SHOW YOU HOW... OH WOW

'Ere, you leave him alone you watery witch. Dennis. Come back. You'll catch a nasty cold in that pond.

("den" is... spelling out first galahad) G-A-L-A-H-A-

D!

Excuse me, is that a shrubbery?

Yes, I was just throwing it out; the cat won't leave it alone.