I've heard this exchange somewhere before:
None shall pass.
I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge.
Then you shall die.
I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside!
I move for no man.
So be it!
Now stand aside, worthy adversary.
'Tis but a scratch.
A scratch? Your arm's off!
No, it isn't.
Well, what's that, then?
I've had worse.
You liar!
Come on, you pansy!
Victory is mine! We thank Thee Lord, that in Thy mer--
Hah!Come on, then.
What?
Have at you!
Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine.
Oh, had enough, eh?
Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left.
Yes, I have.
Look!
Just a flesh wound.
Look, stop that.
Chicken! Chickennn!
Look, I'll have your leg. Right!
Right. I'll do you for that!
You'll what?
Come here!
What are you going to do, bleed on me?
I'm invincible!
You're a looney.
The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then. Oh? All right, we'll call it a draw.
Come, Patsy.
Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!