LAUNCELOT: Well taken, Concorde!
CONCORDE: Thank you, sir! Most kind.
LAUNCELOT: And again… Over we go! Good. Steady! And now, the big one…Ooof! Come on, Concorde!
CONCORDE: Message for you, sir.
LAUNCELOT: Concorde! Concorde, speak to me! “To whoever finds this note, I have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me. I am in the tall tower of Swamp Castle.” At last! A call, a cry of distress! This could be the sign that leads us to the Holy Grail! …Brave, brave Concorde! You shall not have died in vain!
CONCORDE: Uh, I’m-I’m not quite dead, sir.
LAUNCELOT: Well, you shall not have been mortally wounded in vain!
CONCORDE: Uh, I-I think uh, I could pull through, sir.
LAUNCELOT: Oh, I see.
CONCORDE: Actually, I think I’m all right to come with you–
LAUNCELOT: No, no, sweet Concorde! Stay here! I will send help as soon as I have accomplished a daring and heroic rescue in my own particular… (sigh)
CONCORDE: Idiom, sir?
CONCORDE: No, I feel fine, actually, sir.
LAUNCELOT: Farewell, sweet Concorde!
CONCORDE: I’ll-uh, I’ll just stay here, then, shall I, sir? Yeah.
It’s us. We’re not quite dead yet ( though the Summer is certainly trying ).