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ARTHUR: What? BLACK KNIGHT: None shall pass.
ARTHUR: I have no quarrel with you, brave Sir
knight, but I must cross this bridge.
BLACK KNIGHT: Then you shall die.
ARTHUR: I command you, as King of the Britons
to stand aside.
BLACK KNIGHT: I move for no man.
ARTHUR: So be it!
(Furious battle ensues, Black
Knight loses an arm)
BLACK KNIGHT: (Glancing at his shoulder) 'Tis but a
scratch.
ARTHUR: A scratch? Your arm's off.
BLACK KNIGHT: No, it isn't.
ARTHUR: (Pointing to the arm on ground) Well, what's that
then?
BLACK KNIGHT: I've had worse.
ARTHUR: You're a liar.
BLACK KNIGHT: Come on you pansy!
(More swordfighting, the black
knight loses another arm)
ARTHUR: Victory is mine.
(sinking to his knees)
I thank thee O Lord that in thy ...
BLACK KNIGHT: Come on then.
ARTHUR: What? You stupid bastard. You
haven't got any arms left.
BLACK KNIGHT: Course I have.
ARTHUR: Look!
BLACK KNIGHT: What! Just a flesh wound.
(Black Knight kicks Arthur)
ARTHUR: I'll have your leg. (He is kicked again.) Right!
[The BLACK KNIGHT kicks him again and ARTHUR chops his leg off. The BLACK
KNIGHT keeps his balance with difficulty.]
BLACK KNIGHT: 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!
[ARTHUR takes his last leg
off. The BLACK KNIGHT's body lands upright.]
BLACK KNIGHT: All right, we'll call it a
draw.
ARTHUR: Come, Patsy.
[ARTHUR and PATSY start to
cross the bridge.]
BLACK KNIGHT: Running away eh? You yellow
bastard, Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!
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