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"Lilium inter spenius" [spits] The lily among the thorns.

You're good. You're very good. My lords, my ladies, and everybody else here not sitting on a cushion! [crowd roars] Today... today, you find yourselves equals. [crowd roars] For you are all equally blessed. For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure of introducing to you to a knight, sired by knights. A knight who can trace his lineage back beyond Charlemagne. I first met him atop a mountain near Jerusalem, praying to God, asking his forgiveness for the Saracen blood spilt by his sword. Next, he amazed me still further in Italy when he saved a fatherless beauty from the would-be ravishing of her dreadful Turkish uncle. [crowd, boo] In Greece he spent a year in silence just to better understand the sound of a whisper. And so without further gilding the lily and with no more ado, I give to you, the seeker of serenity, the protector of Italian virginity, the enforcer of our Lord God, the one, the only, Sir Ulllrrrich von Lichtenstein! [crowd roars] Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week.

Yes, master Falhurst, I'm well aware a good fonging is on the way.

Now I got their attention, you go and win their hearts.

It's a small target Will, but aim for his heart.

I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity.

.........Sir Ulllrrrich von Lichtenstein! [crowd roars] God I'm good!

All human activity lies within the artist's scope. [Looks at Wat] Maybe not yours.

I give the truth scope!

[singing] He's quick, he's funny, he makes me lots of money, Lichtenstein! Lichtenstein!

Good people, I missed my introduction! But please... Please I pray you, hear it now, for I would lay rest the grace in my tongue and speak plainly. Days like these are far too rare to cheapen with heavy handed words, and so, I'm afraid without any ado whatsoever... Excuse me My Lord... Here he is, one of your own, born a stone's throw from this very stadium, and here before you now, the son of John Thatcher... Sir Wiiiiiilliam Thatcheeer!

[Watching Jocelyn enter William's tent at night] Guinevere comes to Lancelot. Bed him well, my lady. Bed him well.

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