ARTHUR:
Old woman!
DENNIS:
Man!
ARTHUR:
Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
DENNIS:
I’m thirty-seven.
ARTHUR:
I– what?
DENNIS:
I’m thirty-seven. I’m not old.
ARTHUR:
Well, I can’t just call you ‘Man’.
DENNIS:
Well, you could say ‘Dennis’.
ARTHUR:
Well, I didn’t know you were called ‘Dennis’.
DENNIS:
Well, you didn’t bother to find out, did you?
ARTHUR:
I did say ‘sorry’ about the ‘old woman’, but from the behind you looked–
DENNIS:
What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior!
ARTHUR:
Well, I am King!
DENNIS:
Oh, King, eh, very nice. And how d’you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers!
To think that I too, like Dennis, am thirty-seven. I should be in the Holy Grail!
And sure, I’ll probably have a birthday auction in September.