One, two, ... five!" "Three, my lord.

Sir Beldevere: What makes you think she's a witch? Peasant 3: Well, she turned me into a newt! Sir Beldevere: A newt? Peasant 3: [meekly after a long pause] ... I got better. Crowd: [shouts] Burn her anyway!

One, two, ... five!" "Three, my lord.

All ideas come about through some sort of observation. It sparks an attitude; some object or emotion causes a reaction in the other person.

Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.

I'm afraid I'm not personally qualified to confuse cats, but I can recommend an extremely good service.

Oh Lord please don't burn us don't kill or toast your flock. Don't put us on the barbecue or simmer us in stock. Don't bake or baste or boil us or stir-fry us in a wok.