ARTHUR: Then who is your lord?
WOMAN:
We don't have a lord.
ARTHUR:
What?
DENNIS:
I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We
take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer
for the week,...
ARTHUR:
Yes.
DENNIS:
...but all the decisions of that officer have to be
ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting...
ARTHUR:
Yes, I see.
DENNIS:
...by a simple majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,...
ARTHUR:
Be quiet!
DENNIS:
...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more
major-- ARTHUR:
Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
WOMAN:
Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh.
ARTHUR:
I am your king!
WOMAN:
Well, I didn't vote for you.