Man:    Oh, king, eh, very nice.  And 'ow'd you get that, eh?
    (he reaches his destination and stops, dropping the cart)
    By exploiting the workers!  By 'angin' on to outdated imperialist dogma
    which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.
    If there's ever going to be any progress,--
Woman:  Dennis!  There's some lovely filth down 'ere!
    (noticing Arthur) Oh!  'Ow'd'ja do?
Arthur: How do you do, good lady.  I am Arthur, king of the Britons.  Whose
    castle is that?
Woman:  King of the 'oo?
Arthur: King of the Britons.
Woman:  'Oo are the Britons?
Arthur: Well we all are!  We are all Britons!  And I am your king.
Woman:  I didn't know we 'ad a king!  I thought we were autonomous collective.
Man:    (mad)  You're fooling yourself!  We're living in a dictatorship!  A
    self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes--
Woman:  There you go, bringing class into it again...
Man:    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 lives there.
Arthur: Then who is your lord?
Woman:  We don't have a lord!
Arthur: (spurised) What??
Man:    I *told* you!  We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune!  We're taking
    turns to act as a sort of executive-officer-for-the-week--
Arthur: (uninterested) Yes...
Man:    But all the decisions *of* that officer 'ave to be ratified at a
    special bi-weekly meeting--
Arthur: (perturbed) Yes I see!
Man:    By a simple majority, in the case of purely internal affairs--
Arthur: (mad) Be quiet!
Man:    But by a two-thirds majority, in the case of more major--
Arthur: (very angry) BE QUIET!  I *order* you to be quiet!
Woman:  "Order", eh, 'oo does 'e think 'e is?
Arthur: I am your king!
Woman:  Well I didn't vote for you!
Arthur: You don't vote for kings!
Woman:  Well 'ow'd you become king then?
(holy music up)
Arthur: The Lady of the Lake-- 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.  THAT is why
    I am your king!
Man:    (laughingly) 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: (yelling) BE QUIET!
Man:    You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some
    watery tart threw a sword at you!!
Arthur: (coming forward and grabbing the man) Shut *UP*!
Man:    I mean, if I went 'round, saying I was an emperor, just because some
    moistened bink had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
Arthur: (throwing the man around) Shut up, will you, SHUT UP!
Man:    Aha!  Now we see the violence inherent in the system!
Arthur: SHUT UP!
Man:    (yelling to all the other workers) Come and see the violence inherent
    in the system!  HELP, HELP, I'M BEING REPRESSED!
Arthur: (letting go and walking away)  Bloody PEASANT!