Friar Tuck:
All right, laugh, you two rogues, but there's gonna be a big to-do in Nottingham.
[tastes the stew and coughs]
Friar Tuck:
Well done, ain't it? Old Prince John's having a championship archery tournament tomorrow.
Little John:
Archery tournament? Huh! Old Rob could win that standing on his head. Huh, Rob?
Robin Hood:
Thank you, Little John, but I'm sure we're not invited.
Friar Tuck:
No, but there's somebody who will be very disappointed if you don't come.
Little John:
Yeah, ol' Bushel Britches, the Honorable Sheriff of Nottingham.
Friar Tuck:
No, Maid Marian.
Robin Hood:
Maid Marian?
Friar Tuck:
Yeah. She's gonna give a kiss to the winner.
[laughs]
Robin Hood:
A kiss to the winner? Oodelaly! Come on, Johnny! What are we waiting for?
Friar Tuck:
Wait a minute, Rob. Hold it. That place will be crawling with soldiers.
Robin Hood:
Ah, but remember, faint hearts never won fair lady. Fear not, my friends.
[he shoots an arrow, it ricochets off a washing tub; Robin then throws his hat in the air, where it is run through by the arrow and lands back on his head]
Robin Hood:
This will be my greatest performance.
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