five bar gate

Merlin: Ey, look at the talent!

Lancelot: Let’s give ’em a pull.

Arthur: Should I?

Merlin: Aye, but don’t rush. None of your five bar gate jumps and over sort of stuff.

Arthur: What’s that supposed to mean?

Merlin: I don’t know; I thought it just sounded distinguished-like.

Lancelot: Merlin, the Scouse of distinction.