Turkmany, put the crack pipe down, and slowly back away from the table.....
ARTHUR:Now stand aside, worthy adversary.
BLACK KNIGHT:'Tis but a scratch.
ARTHUR:A scratch? Your arm's off!
BLACK KNIGHT:No, it isn't.
ARTHUR:Well, what's that, then?
BLACK KNIGHT:I've had worse.
ARTHUR:You liar!
BLACK KNIGHT:Come on, you pansy!
[clang]Huyah![clang]Hiyaah![clang]Aaaaaaaah!
[ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT's right arm off]
ARTHUR:Victory is mine![kneeling]We thank Thee Lord, that in Thy mer--
BLACK KNIGHT:Hah![kick]Come on, then.
ARTHUR:What?
BLACK KNIGHT:Have at you![kick]
ARTHUR:Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine.
BLACK KNIGHT:Oh, had enough, eh?
ARTHUR:Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left.
BLACK KNIGHT:Yes, I have.
ARTHUR:Look!
BLACK KNIGHT:Just a flesh wound.[kick]
ARTHUR:Look, stop that.
BLACK KNIGHT:Chicken![kick]Chickennn!
ARTHUR:Look, I'll have your leg.[kick]Right![whop]
[ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT's right leg off]
BLACK KNIGHT:Right. I'll do you for that!
ARTHUR:You'll what?
BLACK KNIGHT:Come here!
ARTHUR:What are you going to do, bleed on me?
BLACK KNIGHT:I'm invincible!
ARTHUR:You're a looney.
BLACK KNIGHT:The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then.[whop]
[ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT's last leg off]
BLACK KNIGHT:Oh? All right, we'll call it a draw.