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.