Old woman! Man. Man, sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there? I'm 37. What? I'm...

King Arthur: Old woman! Dennis: Man. King Arthur: Man, sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there? Dennis: I'm 37. King Arthur: What? Dennis: I'm 37. I'm not old. King Arthur: Well I can't just call you "man". Dennis: Well you could say "Dennis". King Arthur: I didn't know you were called Dennis. Dennis: Well you didn't bother to find out, did you? King Arthur: I did say sorry about the "old woman", but from behind you looked... Dennis: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior. King Arthur: Well, I am king. Dennis: 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 By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.

- Old woman! - Man! Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there? - I'm 37. - What? - I'm 37. I'm not old. - I can't just call you "man." - You could say "Dennis." - I didn't know you were called Dennis. You didn't bother to find out. I did say sorry about the "old woman," but from behind... What I object to is that you treat me like an inferior. - Well, I am king. - King? Very nice. How did you get that? 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 By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society!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... - There's some lovely filth down here. How do you do? How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. - Whose castle is that? - King of the who? - The Britons. - Who are the Britons? We all are. We're all Britons. And I am your king. 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 class... There you go. Bringing class into it again. - That's what it's all about. If only people... - Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? - No one lives there. - Who is your lord? - We don't have a lord. - What? I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week. - Yes. - But all the decisions of that officer - are ratified at a biweekly meeting. - Yes, I see. - By a majority in the case of internal affairs. - Be quiet! - By a two-thirds majority in the case of... - Be quiet! I order you to be quiet. "Order." Who does he think he is? - I am your king! - I didn't vote for you.