She turned me into a newt.
... But I got better...

I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.

It's nice to see that look of alarm on the faces of the others.

It's nice to see that look of alarm on the faces of the others.

You know, Python should have won a Grammy for our musical work on the show.

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!