"Old Woman." - Bobo.
"Man." - AM folks.
"Man, sorry. But, from behind you liooked..."
"I'm 37, I'm not old."
"Well, I can't just call you man."
"You could say Denis."
"I didn't know you were called Denis."
"Well, YOU didn't bother to find out, did you?"
"Well, I am King."
"Oh, King, eh? Very nice. And how'd you ge that, eh? By exploiting the workers. By hanging on to outdated empirlalist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's every gonna be any progress..."
"Denis - there's some lovely filth down here. Oh. Who'd you do?" - NateDogg
"How do you do good lady. I am Arthur - King of the Britons."
"Kings of the who?" - Nate
"The Britons."
"Who are the Britons?" - Nate.
"We all are. We are all Britons and I am you King."
"Well, I didn't vote for you." - Nate.
"You don't vote for kings."
"How'd you become king then?"
"The lady of the lake. Her arm claid in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bossom of the water signifying by devine providence that I Arthur was to become King. That is why I'm your King."
"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 farcial aquatic ceremony." - AM
"Be quiet!" - Bobo.
"I mean, if I went around saying I was an empirer just because some moisten bing had lobbed a simitar at me they'd put me away!"
"Shut up!"
"Ah, come and see the violence inherited in the system. Help! Help! I'm being repressed!"
"Bloody peasant!"
"That's what I'm talking about. You saw him repressing me, didn't you?"
- Bobo repressing the rest of us.
