Sir Ector (Sebastian Cabot)
by Richard Smart"Oh, the devil take it. Oh, the devil take it. Anyone has better sense than to go barging off in that infernal forest alone. You had no business letting him go."
"Well, blast it all, I am! After all, I took him in, adopted the lad, you might say. Being his foster father, well, I'm responsible."
"TIGER! TALBOT! Off with you! Now, look here, Wart. What's the big idea of gallivanting off in the woods and concerning the living daylights out of everybody?"
"Well, I'm sorry not enough. That's four demerits; four hours extra kitchen duty. REPORT TO THE COOK!"
"Go ahead, jump it, boy! Jump, jump, jump it! Yes, you have to keep a tight schedule to run a big place like this. Need strict rules. Especially for small boys."
"Oh, dear, you won't. I'm running this place. And if you think you're gonna fiddle with my schedule, you'd better pack up your bag of tricks and be gone."
"You will, uh...yes, I must say, you...have me there, Marvin. Yes. Well, as you win. You're welcome to stay if you like."
"Well, uh, all we can offer is room and board. Hard times, you know, Marvin, we'll put you up in the northwest tower. That's the guest room. It's a bit drafty in the winter, but in this blazing hot weather, it's the best room in the house."
"Then just make yourself at home, Marvin."
"Pellinore! Hahaha! Pellinore. Greetings, old boy. And what's all the noise about London, hmm?"
"Sit down, man, and let's hear all about it."
"Ooooh, that's not news, dash it all. They always do."
"(sneezing, coughing) You mean... You mean he'll be King of all England?"
"Kay, lad, did you hear that?"
"Yes, and you can win it, boy, if you knuckle down to your training. And we'll have you knighted by Christmas and off to London. What do you say?"
"Wart, lad, how'd you like to go to London?"
"If you stick to your duties, you can be Kay's squire."
"Here's to London! And here's to Kay! And here's to the banner of the Castle of the Forest Savage! Cheers!"
"CHARGE! WEIGHT FORWARD! LEAN INTO HIM! STEADY, BOY. STEADY! STEADY WITH THE LANCE! GRIP HER TIGHT! HIT HIM CLEAN! NO, NO, NO! HEADS UP!"
"Can't you remember one blasted thing?!"
"Loosen the saddle, knees in tight! Weight forward and stay on target."
"And, boy, that's the biggest fish story I ever heard."
"That's three demerits for being late and three more for the fish story. Now, hop into the kitchen!"
"Yes, well, he's either out of his head or, uh... there's something mighty fishy going on around here."
"HOLD IT, SON! HOLD IT! KAY! HOLD ON, I SAY! STOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!"
"Now, what's all the commotion, hmm?"
"Oh... I bet it's that old goat Marvin. Come on, son! I knew he'd give us trouble!"
"GADZOOKS! BLACK MAGIC OF THE WORST KIND! Come on, Kay, to the attack!"
"So, there you are, you old goat! Well, what's the idea of flinging your evil spells all over the place, hmm? Oh, lend me a hand, boy!"
"Well, what have you got to say for yourself, hmm?"
"I'll decide what's right and wrong around here! Besides, that's the Wart's job. One of his duties. Look here, boy. If you wanna make that trip to London, you'd better toe the mark!"
"Well, by Jove..."
"Now, look here, Wart, that's three more demerits!"
"Ten more demerits!"
"You've said aplenty, boy! All that popping off just cooked your goose! Kay, from now on, young Hobbs is your squire. You hear that, Wart? Hobbs is going to be Kay's squire."
"Here's to victory in London for my son, Kay!"
"No-o, of course, son, of course. Ah, here's to Sir Kay. And who knows? The future king of all England!"
"Then Kay'll need another squire, hang it all. Hmm. Wart, you're it."
"Kay's squire. You're going to London, boy."
"Hold on, Kay! Wait a minute. [reads the inscription under the hilt] "Whoso pulleth out this sword..." (shocked) Why, it's... it's the Sword in the Stone!"
"You're making a fool of us, boy. Now tell the truth."
"Then come on, prove it. Back to the stone with you."
"All right, boy, let's have the miracle."
"Oh, forgive me, son. Forgive me."
"Kay, bow down to your King."
