Camelot1967

Arthur:
Let us say you are accused of burning down a farm.

Pellinore:
Whose?

Arthur:
Er...let us say, a farmer named...William?

Pellinore:
Well, can't see it happening, but get along.

Arthur:
Now, Pelly, you claim you haven't. What does he do then?

Pellinore:
Well, he keeps his mouth shut if he knows what's good for him!

Arthur:
No, Pellinore. He takes you to court.

Pellinore:
Ah! And we fight there!

Arthur:
No, Pellinore. Look, in the court, there is a prosecutor for Farmer William and a defendant for you.

Pellinore:
Oh, I see! I see! And they fight!

Arthur:
No. In the court there is also a jury, who decides whether you are guilty or not guilty.

Pellinore:
Well, what's the jury got to do with it? None of their damn business in the first place! Any jury finds me guilty, I'll have a whack at every last one of 'em!

Arthur:
Then you'd be charged with murder, Pelly!

Pellinore:
Well, the ruddy thing's endless! Another jury finds me guilty, and I'll have to have a whack at them! And so on and so on, and whacking and whacking--

Arthur:
Oh, Pellinore, forget it! You will never burn down a barn, you will never know a farmer named William and you will never, ever, be found in a court!

Pellinore:
Not without my ruddy sword I won't!