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!
[they fight]
Arthur and Black Knight: Aaah!, hiyaah!, etc.
[Arthur chops the Black Knight's left arm off]
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, you pansy!
[Arthur chops the Black Knight's right arm off]
Arthur: Victory is mine!
[kneeling]
We thank Thee Lord, that in Thy mer--
Black Knight: Hah!
[kick]
Come on, then.
Arthur: What?
Black Knight: Have at you!
[kick]
Arthur: Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine.
Black Knight: Oh, had enough, eh?
Arthur: Look, you stupid *******. You've got no arms left.
Black Knight: Yes, I have.
Arthur: Look!
Black Knight: Just a flesh wound.
[kick]
Arthur:
Look, stop that.
Black Knight: Chicken!
[kick]
Chickennn!
Arthur: Look, I'll have your leg.
[kick]
Right!
[whop]
[Arthur chops the Black Knight's right leg off]
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.
[whop]
[Arthur chops the Black Knight's last leg off]
Black Knight: Ooh. All right, 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!
