The Sword in the Stone (1963) Poster

Sebastian Cabot: Sir Ector, Narrator in opening sequence



  • Narrator : And below the hilt, in letters of gold, were written these words: "Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil is rightwise king, born of England." Though many tried for the sword with all their strength, none could move the sword nor stir it; so, the miracle had not worked, and England was still without a king. And in time, the marvelous sword was forgotten. This was a Dark Age, without law and without order. Men lived in fear of one another, for the strong preyed upon the weak.

  • Merlin : [covering Sir Ector with magical indoor snow]  That is what I call a "wizard blizzard".

    Sir Ector : [shivering]  Hey, Kay. Hey, would you look at this? An indoor blizzard! And in the month of July!

    Kay : So what?

  • Sir Ector : There you are, you old goat! Well, what's the idea of flinging your evil spells all over the place, hm? Ugh, lend me a hand, boy.

    [Kay helps Ector up] 

    Sir Ector : Well, what have you got to say for yourself, hm ?

    Merlin : You call washing dishes and sweeping floors a work of evil?

  • Merlin : I have come to educate the Wart.

    Sir Ector : Oh, no, you don't. I'm running this place, and if you think you're gonna fiddle with my schedule, you'd better pack up your bag of tricks and be gone!

    [Merlin promptly disappears] 

    Sir Ector : What? Well, by Jove! Hey, he's gone.

    Kay : Hm? Good riddance.

    Merlin : [disembodied voice]  I'm gone, but then, I'm not gone. Heh-heh-heh. So if I do leave, you can never be sure that I am gone, can you?

    Sir Ector : Well, uh... heh-heh-heh-heh... Well, I must say, you... got me there, Marvin. Uh, heh. Yes, well, you win. You're welcome to stay if you like.

    Merlin : [appearing suddenly]  Thank you. You're very kind. Very generous, I must say.

  • Sir Ector : I, uh, I hope you don't go in for any of that black magic.

    Merlin : Oh, no, no, no, no. Never touch the stuff.

  • Merlin : Archimedes, where... where-where are we?

    Archimedes the Owl : In a tumbled-down old tower in the most miserable old castle in all Christiandom. That's where.

    Merlin : Uh, c-castle? Castle?

    Archimedes the Owl : Don't you even remember the boy?

    Merlin : Uh... The boy?

    Sir Ector : [outside, to Kay]  Can't you remember one blasted thing?

    Merlin : [to Archimedes]  Now, now, just a moment. I-I...

    Sir Ector : Firm grasp on the lance!

    Merlin : [realizing it's not from Archimedes]  Oh.

  • Sir Ector : Here's to Sir Kay and - who knows? - the future king of al England!

    [Ector and Pelinore clink glasses, causing them to break and spill wine over Kay's head] 

    Kay : Watch it, will ya?

    Sir Pelinore : [suddenly considering this]  Kay the King? What a dreadful thought.

  • [Sir Ector and Kay rush down after the Maid to see plates washing by themselves, and brooms and mops sweeping the floor by Merlin's magic while he and Wart have sneaked off] 

    Sir Ector : [thundering the words]  GADZOOKS! BLACK MAGIC OF THE WORST KIND!

  • Arthur : Hey, we were doing fine until we got in deep water. Then along comes this huge pike with big jaws and sharp, jagged teeth.

    Kay : Oh, tell 'im off, dad.

    Arthur : He was a monster, the biggest fish I ever saw.

    Sir Ector : And, boy, that's the biggest fish story I ever heard!

    Arthur : But it's true, sir.

    Sir Ector : That's three demerits for being late, and three more for the fish story. Now hop it to the kitchen.

    Kay : [scoffs]  I told you the Wart was looney.

    Sir Ector : Eh, well, he's either out of his head or, uh, there's something mighty fishy going on around here.

  • Kay : We ought to run the old geezer right out of the castle.

    Sir Ector : Oh, no. No, no, no, Kay, no. He might cast an evil spell on the lot of us. Turn us all to stone. Shh. No, there's no telling WHAT the old devil might do.

    Arthur : He's not an old devil! He's... he's good, and-and his magic is good, too! If... if you just leave him alone!

    Sir Ector : Now, look here, Wart! That's three more demerits!

    Kay : Box his ears, dad.

    Arthur : Just because you can't understand something, it... it doesn't mean it's wrong!

    Sir Ector : Ten more demerits!

    Arthur : You make all the rules and... and nobody else can say anything!

    Sir Ector : You said aplenty, boy! All that popping off just cooked your goose! Kay, from now on, young Hobbes is your squire. Ha! Did you hear that, Wart? Hobbes is going to be Kay's squire, hm-mmm.

    Arthur : Y-yes, sir.

    Kay : That'll teach you to pop off, you little pipsqueak.

  • Sir Ector : [on Archimedes]  Say, say, I know! You've got him under a spell, Marvin. You're a magician, hm?

    Merlin : The name is MER-LIN and I happen to be the world's most powerful wizard!

    Sir Ector : [laughing]  Come off it, man! Ha! Hoo-hoo! Gadzooks, ha-ha-ha...!

    Merlin : All right, I shall demonstrate.

    [clears throat] 

    Merlin : Higitus, figitus, migitus moe, wind and snow, *swirl and blow*!

    [snow billows out of the end of Merlin's wand and covers Sir Ector] 

  • Sir Ector : [after putting the sword back in the stone after Wart pulled it]  Alright, boy, let's have the miracle.

    [Wart goes up to the sword to pull it out of the stone again] 

    Kay : [grabs Wart's arm and shoves him away]  Now, wait a minute! Anyone can pull it once it's been pulled!

    [tries to pull the sword but can't] 

    Sir Ector : Go to it, Kay. Give it all you got. Put your back into it!

    [helps Kay] 

    Sir Ector : [Three other knights come in and try to pull out the sword as well] 

    Black Bart : Now hold on. That's not fair.

    Sir Pelinore : I say we let the boy try it.

    Black Bart : That's what I say. Give the boy a chance.

    Sir Pelinore : Go ahead, son.

    [Wart walks back up to the sword. The miracle light appears over the stone just when he pulls the sword from the stone successfully] 

    Sir Pelinore : It's a miracle ordained by Heaven. This boy is our king.

    Sir Ector : Well, by Jove.

    Black Bart : What's the lad's name?

    Sir Ector : Eh, Wart... Oh, I mean Arthur.

    Black Bart : Hail, King Arthur!

    Crowd : Hail, King Arthur! Long live the king!

    Archimedes the Owl : [chuckles]  I can't believe it!

    Sir Ector : [bows to Arthur]  Oh, forgive me, son. Forgive me.

    Arthur : Oh, please don't, sir.

    Sir Ector : Kay! Bow to your king!

    [Kay bows] 

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