Friar Tuck:
[the sheriff has just taken the last farthing out of the church's poor box]
Now, just a minute, Sheriff! That's the poor box!
Sheriff of Nottingham:
It sure is, and I think I'll take it to poor Prince John. Every little bit helps.
Mother Church Mouse:
Ooh! You put that back!
Sheriff of Nottingham:
And the good Lord blesses you, little sister.
Friar Tuck:
[shouts furiously]
You thieving scoundrel!
Sheriff of Nottingham:
Now, take it easy, Friar, I'm just doing my duty.
Friar Tuck:
Collecting taxes for that arrogant, greedy, ruthless, no-good Prince John?
Sheriff of Nottingham:
Listen, Friar, you're mighty preachy and you're gonna preach your neck right into a hangman's noose!
Friar Tuck:
[screams]
Get out of my church! Out! Out! Out! Out!
[pushes the Sheriff out into the rain]

Friar Tuck:
You want taxes? I'll give you taxes!
[begins assaulting the Sheriff]

Father Saxton:
Give it to him! Give it to him! Give it to him, Friar!
Riportata da il 05/03/2025 alle ore 09:34

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