King Arthur: O Knights of Ni, you are just and fair, and we will return with a shrubbery. Leader of The Knights who say NI!: One that looks nice. King Arthur: Of course. Leader of The Knights who say NI!: And not too expensive. King Arthur: Yes.
1st soldier with a keen interest in birds: Who goes there? King Arthur: It is I, Arthur, Son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeater of the Saxons, sovereign of all England. 1st soldier with a keen interest in bi...
Good food for free has been the holy grail of foragers since our ancestors first climbed down from the trees.
Long walks on the beach are the supposed holy grail of a romantic evening. The beach becomes a kind of utopia - the place where all our dreams come true.
My personal mission has always been to empower people to be creative. But the Holy Grail of a tinkerer is to make something that makes something.
Jack Lucas: [to Parry] Some billionaire's got the Holy Grail in his library on Fifth Avenue.
We did Holy Grail, and I got my name up there as one of the directors. After that, I started moving more and more down the line I wanted to, which was making movies.
King of Swamp Castle: We live in a bloody swamp. We need all the land we can get. Prince Herbert: But I don't like her. King of Swamp Castle: Don't like her? What's wrong with her? She's beautiful, she's rich, she's got huge... tracts of land.
King of Swamp Castle: You only killed the bride's father, you know. Sir Lancelot: Well, I didn't mean to. King of Swamp Castle: Didn't mean to? You put your sword right through his head. Sir Lancelot: Oh dear... is he all right?
[the King gestures to the window] King of Swamp Castle: One day, lad, all this will be yours. Prince Herbert: What, the curtains? King of Swamp Castle: No, not the curtains, lad, all that you can see stretched out over the valleys and the hills! That...
The Dead Collector: Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead! Peasant 3: Here you are, here's your ninepence. The Dead Body That Claims It Isn't: I'm not dead! The Dead Collector: Hang on, he says he's not dead! Peasant 3: Yes he is. The Dead Body Th...
…secondhand bookstores have pilgrims. The words out of print are a call to arms for those who seek a Holy Grail made of paper and ink.
Until that night, she’d categorized multiple orgasms with unicorns, the Holy Grail, and free parking.
The difference between the quest for the Holy Grail and someone saying ‘bring me a cup’ is the flavor text and the number of stops involved.
Thinking is not enough. Nothing is. There is no final enough of wisdom, experience--any fucking thing. No Holy Grail, No Final Satori, no final solution. Just conflict.
[after slicing one of the Black Knight's arms off] King Arthur: Now stand aside, worthy adversary. Black Knight: 'Tis but a scratch. King Arthur: A scratch? Your arm's off. Black Knight: No it isn't. King Arthur: What's that, then? Black Knight: [aft...
King Arthur: Can we come up and have a look? French Soldier: Of course not. You're English types. King Arthur: What are you then? French Soldier: I'm French. Why do you think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king? Sir Galahad: What are you do...
Dennis: Come and see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I'm being repressed! King Arthur: Bloody peasant! Dennis: Oh, what a giveaway! Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about! Did you see him repressing me? Yo...
[the Black Knight continues to threaten Arthur despite getting both his arms and one of his legs cut off] Black Knight: Right, I'll do you for that! King Arthur: You'll what? Black Knight: Come here! King Arthur: What are you gonna do, bleed on me? B...
Life and art are nothing but associations of ideas and sorrows that nourish our illusory quest for the Holy Grail of human existence. It’s a mystery!
My holy grail is fusion energy. Nuclear fusion has little to no radioactive waste. It's clean. It's very abundant. The fuels are everywhere. There are problems with fusion.
