My favorite scene in “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” has to be when the king comes upon peasants toiling in a field. Of course, British hilarity ensues:
King Arthur: I am your king.
Woman: Well I didn’t vote for you.
King: You don’t vote for kings.
Woman: Well how’d you become king then?
King: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king.
Dennis: Listen, strange women lyin’ in ponds distributin’ 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…
And it goes on in that way.
