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Errr, we DO have a history of thousands of years. I didn’t mean India, as you suggested, I thought I was clear. Sea Salt? What are you talking aboot pal?

“The key word being “Former”. Some of us intend to keep it that way.”

OK. You must be feeling insecure if you use bravadacio to show your strength. I wish you all the success in the world making sure that the UK doesn’t about face and try and re-colonise the errmm, colonies. Though I may suggest its a fools errand, as there is no way that we have an designs on your States. Why would we? Its far more cost effective have another government run the place and we can just make money through trade and all that. But of course, don’t let me keep you from your ramparts, I think I can hear the bugle call of the redcoats marching on Fort Worthless.

>>Errr, we DO have a history of thousands of years.

ARTHUR:

How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that?
WOMAN:: King of the who?
ARTHUR:: The Britons.
WOMAN:: Who are the Britons?
ARTHUR:: Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king.
WOMAN:: I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
DENNIS:: You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes--
WOMAN:: Oh, there you go bringing class into it again.
DENNIS:: That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of--
ARTHUR:: Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
WOMAN:: No one lives there.
ARTHUR:: Then who is your lord?
WOMAN:: We don't have a lord.
ARTHUR:: What?
DENNIS:: I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week,...
ARTHUR:: Yes.
DENNIS:: ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting...
ARTHUR:: Yes, I see.
DENNIS:: ...by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,...
ARTHUR:: Be quiet!
DENNIS:: ...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major--
ARTHUR:: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
WOMAN:: Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh.
ARTHUR:: I am your king!
WOMAN:: Well, I didn't vote for you.
ARTHUR:: You don't vote for kings.
WOMAN:: Well, how did you become King, then?
ARTHUR:: The Lady of the Lake,...; [angels sing]; ...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.; [singing stops]; 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.
ARTHUR:: Be quiet!
DENNIS:: Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
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!
ARTHUR:: Shut up, will you? Shut up!

DENNIS:: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
ARTHUR:: Shut up!
DENNIS:: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
ARTHUR:: Bloody peasant!
DENNIS:: Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?