I am your King!

King Arthur: I am your king.
Woman: Well I did not vote for you.
King Arthur: You don't vote for kings.
Woman: Well how would you become king then?
King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your king.
Dennis: [interrupting] Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

[King Arthur sheathes his sword]

Dennis: Help! Help! I am being repressed!: