WART: Oh, what'll I do? Kay's got to have a sword.
ARCHIMEDES: Look, boy! There in the churchyard.
WART: A sword! Oh, Archimedes, a sword!
ARCHIMEDES: You're gonna have a time pullin' it out. Watch it, boy! Better leave it alone!
WART: But Kay's got to have a sword.
ARCHIMEDES: Now, come on, quick. Let's get out of here!
SIR ECTOR: You're up next, son. Better get ready.
WART: Kay, here's a sword.
SIR ECTOR: This is not my sword!
SIR ECTOR: Hold on, Kay! Wait a minute. Whoso pulleth out this sword? It's the sword in the stone!
BLACK BART: The sword in the stone? It can't be.
SIR ECTOR: But look. It's the marvellous sword.
BLACK BART: Hold everything. Someone's pulled the sword from the stone.
SIR ECTOR: Where did you get it, Wart?
WART: I pulled it out of an anvil that was on a stone in, in a churchyard.
SIR ECTOR: That's funny! The lad's a young Samson! You're making a fool of us, boy. Now tell the truth.
WART: But I did, sir.
SIR ECTOR: Then come on, prove it. Back to the stone with you. Yes, prove it. Come on, prove it. All right, boy, let's have the miracle.
SIR KAY: Now, wait a minute! Anyone can pull it once it's been pulled.
SIR ECTOR: Go to it, Kay. Give it all you got. Put your back into it! Here now! Push him and see. It's my turn. One side! Pull this thing.
BLACK BART: Hold on, that's not fair.
SIR PELLINORE: I say we let the boy try it.
BLACK BART: That's what I say. Give the boy a chance.
SIR PELLINORE: Go ahead, son.
BLACK BART: It's a miracle ordained by heaven. This boy is our king.
SIR ECTOR: Well, by Jove.
BLACK BART: What's the lad's name?
SIR ECTOR: Wart. I mean Arthur.
BLACK BART: Hail King Arthur!
ALL: Long live the king! Long live King Arthur!
ARCHIMEDES: I can't believe it!
SIR ECTOR: Forgive me, son. Hail King Arthur.
WART: Oh, please don't, sir.
SIR ECTOR: Kay, bow down to your king.
ALL: Hail King Arthur. Long live the king. Hail King Arthur.
NARRATOR: So at last, the miracle had come to pass in that far off time upon New Year's Day and the glorious reign of King Arthur was begun.
WART: I can't be a king, Archimedes. I don't know anything about ruling a country.
ARCHIMEDES: I told you to leave the thing in the stone, boy.
WART: I'll, I'll run away, that's what I'll do. They'll just have to get somebody else.
ARCHIMEDES: Better take the side door, Wart. Out the side door.
ALL: Hail King Arthur! Long live the King!
ARCHIMEDES: There's another door. Over there, over there! Come on!
ALL: Long live King Arthur!
ARCHIMEDES: Looks like we're surrounded, boy.
WART: Oh, Archimedes, I wish Merlin was here. Merlin! Oh, Merlin, you're back from Bermuda?
MERLIN: Yes, back from Bermuda and the 20th century. And believe me, you can have it. One big modern mess! Alakazam!
WART: I'm in an awful pickle. I'm king.
ARCHIMEDES: Ooh, he pulled the sword from the stone.
MERLIN: Of course! King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table.
WART: Round table?
MERLIN: Would you rather have a square one?
WART: Oh, no. Round'll be fine.
MERLIN: Boy. You'll become a great legend. They'll be writing books about you for centuries to come. Why, they might even make a motion picture about you.
WART: Motion picture?
MERLIN: Oh. That's something like television without commercials.
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