“I seem to have excalibured this knife.”
“I don’t have my knife,” I mumble. “Don’t start that,” Anna says. She walks away from me sharply. “Arthur without Excalibur was still Arthur.”
“Arthur without Excalibur was still Arthur.”
“Caladfwlch is ‘hard lightning’ in Welsh. The silly French dubbed the blade Excalibur.”
“I have a fork and a spoon, but never a knife… as if I’m lacking manual skills or teeth. I have both, however. That’s why I’m not allowed a knife.”
“Teabing hobbled over. "You were rescued by a knight brandishing an Excalibur made by Acme Orthopedic.”