King 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!
Dennis: 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!
King Arthur: Be quiet!
Dennis: You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ‘cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
King Arthur: Shut up!
Dennis: I mean, if I went ‘round saying I was an emperor, just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away!
King Arthur: Shut up! Will you shut up?!
[Arthur grabs Dennis and shakes him.]
Dennis: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!