Das Schönste von den Kokosnuss-Rittern vergessen:

We shall say "Ni" again to you, if you do not appease us.

and
The French Taunter:

I'm French! What do you think I have this outrageous accent for, you silly king! - What are you doing in England? - Mind your own business.

I'll blow my nose on you, you so-called Arthur, king, and your silly English kenigghets! Plllllrrrrffff!! Plrf! Plrf! - What a strange person.

I fart in your general direction!

and
Those peasants...

Be quiet! I order you to be quiet! - Order, huh? What does he think he is? Eh? - I'm your king. - Well, I didn't vote for ye. - You don't vote for kings... - Well, how did ye become king, then? - The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held Excalibur aloft from the bosom of the water to signify by Divine Providence, that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur; - That is why I am your king! - 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. - Shut up!

Help, help, I'm being repressed! - Bloody peasant! - 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?