Quest for Camelot

GRlFFlN: Well, Master...
:55:02 least things can't get any worse.
Want to bet?
CORNWALL: Whoa! Watch it!
RUBER: [Gasps] Seize them.
GRlFFlN: [ln high-pitched voice]
Yes, Master.

[Devon screams]
DEVON: There's no way out!
There's one way out! You'll have to fly!
We can't fly.
We explained that before our song.

DEVON: ''Houston, we have a...
''...problem! ''
[Fast-paced, dramatic instrumental music,

RUBER: After you.
DEVON: Ladies and Gentlemen: Please
put your seats in the upright position.

CORNWALL: Assume the crash position
and hope you don't smell your socks.

Tray tables up
and put away your sandwiches.

DEVON: Turbulence!
Hold on, gang. I think we're going in.
DEVON: Help! Mayday! Mayday!
DEVON: We know you do have a choice,
so thank you for flying Dragon Air.

Tell you what, next time you try to fly,
and we'll hold on.

We did it.
We did it! l can't believe it! We did it!
So this is Excalibur.
-Can l hold it? Give it to me!
-Please, let me hold it. Me!

No! Excalibur only belongs
in the hands of Arthur.

Come on, Kayley.
[Melancholic instrumental music]
Garrett, do you think my mother's safe?
lf she's anything like you,
l'm sure she's fine.