Exactly how are we liable for the words of an unaffiliated radio DJ?
KING ARTHUR: How can we not say the word, if you don’t tell us what it is?< /Python >TALL KNIGHT (cringing in fear): You said it again!
KING ARTHUR: What, "is"?
TALL KNIGHT (dismissively): No, no ... not "is"!
OTHER KNIGHTS: Not "is"! Not "is"!
Suddenly singing is heard from deep in the forest.
SIR ROBIN'S SINGERS: Bravely good Sir Robin was not at all afraid
to have his eyeballs skewered...TALL KNIGHT (irritated): "Is" is all right ... You wouldn't get far not saying "Is"!
BEDEVERE: My liege, it's Sir Robin!
TALL KNIGHT (covering his ears):You've said the word again!
SIR ROBIN and his SINGERS appear in the clearing. The SINGERS are going on cheerfully as usual and ROBIN walks in front of them, continually embarrassed at their presence.
SINGERS: ... and his kidneys burnt and his nipples skewered off ...
SIR ROBIN holds his hand up for silence.
KING ARTHUR: Sir Robin!
(He shakes his hand warmly)
SIR ROBIN: My liege! It's good to have found you again ...
TALL KNIGHT: Now he's said the word!
KING ARTHUR: Where are you going good Sir Robin?
ROBIN'S SINGERS (starting up again): He was going home ... he was giving up, He was throwing in the sponge.
SIR ROBIN (to SINGERS): Shut up! No ... er ... no ... I ... er ... I ... er ... I certainly wasn't giving up ... I was actually looking for the grail ... er thing ... in this forest.
KING ARTHUR: No ... it lies beyond this forest.
TALL KNIGHT: Stop saying the word!
OTHER KNIGHTS: Stop saying the word! The word we cannot hear! The word ...
KING ARTHUR (losing his patience with the fearful KNIGHTS OF NI): Oh, stop it!
(Terrific confusion amongst the KNIGHTS OF NI, they roll on the ground covering their ears. The TALL KNIGHT remains standing trying to control his MEN.)
OTHER KNIGHTS: They're all saying the word ...
TALL KNIGHT: Stop saying it. AAAArghh! ... I've said it ...
OTHER KNIGHTS: You've said it! Aaaaarghhh! ... We've said it ... We're all saying it.