Arthur: You fight with the strength of many men, Sir knight.
I am Arthur, King of the Britons. I seek the finest and bravest knights to join me in my court at Camelot. You have proved yourself worthy; will you join me? You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy. Black Knight: None shall pass. Arthur: What? Black Knight: None shall pass. Arthur: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. Black Knight: Then you shall die. Arthur: I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside! Black Knight: I move... for no man. Arthur: So be it! Arthur: Now stand aside, worthy adversary. Black Knight: 'Tis but a scratch. Arthur: A scratch?! Your arm's off! Black Knight: No, it isn't. Arthur: Well, what's that then? Black Knight: ...I've had worse. Arthur: You liar! Black Knight: Come on then, you pansy! Arthur: Victory is mine! We thank thee, Lord, that in thy — Black Knight: Come on then! Arthur: What? Black Knight: Have at you! Arthur: You are indeed brave, good Sir Knight, but the fight is mine. Black Knight: Oooohhh, had enough, eh? Arthur: Look, you stupid bastard! You've got no arms left! Black Knight: Yes, I have. Arthur: Look! Black Knight: It's only a flesh wound. Arthur: Stop that! Black Knight: Chicken! Chicken! Arthur: Look, I'll have your leg. RIGHT! Black Knight: Right! I'll do you for that! Arthur: You'll what? Black Knight: Come here! Arthur: What are you going to do, bleed on me?! Black Knight: I'M INVINCIBLE !! Arthur: You're a looney. Black Knight: The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then. Black Knight: Alright, we'll call it a draw. Arthur: Come, Patsy! Black Knight: Oh, oh I see. Running away, eh?! You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you! I'LL BITE YOUR LEGS OFF!