“Gadzooks sir!”
“Gadzooks! We've jumped out of the frying pan and into another frying pan!”
“Gadzooks! What a big chunk of God is to be found by looking into the face of someone you love!”
“Eight, sir; seven, sir;Six, sir; five, sir;Four, sir; Three, sir;Two, sir; one!Tenser, said the Tensor.Tenser, said the Tensor.Tension, apprehension,And dissension have begun.”
“No, sir. Go to hell sir. It's the best I can do for you sir.”
“...and there encountered with him all at once Sir Bors, Sir Ector, and Sir Lionel, and they three smote him at once with their spears, and with force of themselves they smote Sir Lancelot's horse reverse to the earth. And by misfortune Sir Bors smote Sir Lancelot through the shield into the side...”