There Is Too Much
Another man who was a pirate but also a good guy – the best man in the world – woke up from what felt like death and was a death and screamed first for violence and revenge: "I beat you both apart, I'll beat you both together!" And then he asked, all in a rush – "Who are you? Are we enemies? Why am I on this wall? Where's Buttercup?"
And, like that man, an outlaw who was good – the best guy in England, still its hero – woke up from what felt like death and had been a death and cried first for violence and revenge – and who could blame him? He beat his enemies in the Crusades, he beat the Sheriff in Nottingham. He beat them both together. And then he asked, all in a rush: who was his king – was he the savior of England? Who are our enemies really – can we stop the war and save England now? Why am I here – what do I do now? And what happened to my beautiful Marian?
The first man was answered: "Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up." And he was given the problem before him.
So, I would explain, because that's what you deserve, but there is too much. I would speak of loyalty and bravery and dashing and cunning and escapes and chases and friendship and victory and defeat and love. There is too much. Let me sum up.