[after Bors is killed by the killer rabbit] Tim: I *warned* you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you *knew*, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little *bunny*, isn't it?
Zoot: Welcome, brave sir Knight. Welcome to the Castle Anthrax. Sir Galahad: The Castle Anthrax? Zoot: Yes... it's not a very good name, is it? Oh, but we are nice, and we'll attend to your every need.
In capital we trust. Capital is our savior, our holy grail, our fountain of youth, or at least health, for banks.
Relevance is a search engine's holy grail. People want results that are closely connected to their queries.
Quest is at the heart of what I do-the holy grail, and the terror that you'll never find it, seemed a perfect metaphor for life.
The insane pursuit of the holy grail of a balanced budget in the end is going to drive the economy into a depression.
That's the holy grail as a TV writer, to work on a story that you care about and to put it out there and for it to find the audience and connect with fans and connect with critics.
French Soldier: I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
Sir Bedevere: What makes you think she's a witch? Peasant 3: Well, she turned me into a newt! Sir Bedevere: A newt? Peasant 3: [meekly after a long pause] ... I got better. Crowd: [shouts] Burn her anyway!
Sir Bedevere: ...and that, my liege, is how we know the Earth to be banana-shaped. King Arthur: This new learning amazes me, Sir Bedevere. Explain again how sheep's bladders may be employed to prevent earthquakes.
God: Arthur, King of the Britons, your Knights of the Round Table shall have a task to make them an example in these dark times. King Arthur: Good idea, O Lord! God: 'Course it's a good idea!
French Soldier: Un cadeau. Other French soldiers: A what? French Soldier: A present. Other French soldiers: Oh. Un cadeau. Oui oui. French Soldier: Allons y! Other French soldiers: What? French Soldier: Let's go! Other French soldiers: Oh.
God: What are you doing now? King Arthur: Averting our eyes, oh Lord. God: Well, don't. It's just like those miserable psalms, they're so depressing. Now knock it off!
What's most galvanizing for me is the opportunity to be topical and relevant and entertaining. That's the holy grail.
The whole world is determined by trade - which is really the blood of the world. The driving force is everyone's desire to have a better life. How? By consuming. For countries, the 'Holy Grail' is economic growth.
I'm interested in locating the holy grail of the minimum means to express the most complex ideas.
The holy grail is to spend less time making the picture than it takes people to look at it.
King Arthur: [after Arthur's cut off both of the Black Knight's arms] Look, you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left! Black Knight: Yes I have. King Arthur: Look! Black Knight: It's just a flesh wound.
French Soldier: You don't frighten us, English pig dogs. Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called "Arthur King," you and all your silly English K-nig-hts.
Sir Lancelot: Look, my liege! [trumpets play a fanfare as the camera cuts briefly to the sight of a majestic castle] King Arthur: [in awe] Camelot! Sir Galahad: [in awe] Camelot! Sir Lancelot: [in awe] Camelot! Patsy: [derisively] It's only a model! ...
Dingo: You must spank her well, and after you are done with her, you may deal with her as you like... and then... spank me. All: And me. And me too. And me. Dingo: Yes. Yes, you must give us all a good spanking.
