Freiza:
Aaagh!
krillin: Ooh! [stab]
Freiza: Aagh!
krillin: Oh!
Ooh! Uuh.
Freiza: Aaaagh! [clang]
Freiza and krillin: Agh!, oh!, etc.
krillin: Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! [woosh] [Freiza kills krillin] [thud] [scrape]
Freiza: Umm! [clop clop clop]
Trunks: You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight. [pause] I am Trunks, King of the Britons. [pause] I seek the finest and the bravest knights in the land to join me in my court at Camelot. [pause]You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me? [pause] You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy.
Freiza: None shall pass.
Trunks: What?
Freiza: None shall pass.
Trunks: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge.
Freiza: Then you shall die.
Trunks: I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside!
Freiza: I move for no man.
Trunks: So be it!
Trunks and Freiza: Aaah!, hiyaah!, etc. [Trunks chops the Freiza's left arm off]
Trunks: Now stand aside, worthy adversary.
Freiza: 'Tis but a scratch. Trunks: A scratch? Your arm's off! Freiza: No, it isn't. Trunks: Well, what's that, then? Freiza: I've had worse.
Trunks: You liar!
Freiza: Come on, you pansy! [clang] Huyah! [clang] Hiyaah! [clang] Aaaaaaaah! [Trunks chops the Freiza's right arm off]
Trunks: Victory is mine! [kneeling] We thank Thee Lord, that in Thy mer--
Freiza: Hah! [kick] Come on, then.
Trunks: What?
Freiza: Have at you! [kick]
Trunks: Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine.
Freiza: Oh, had enough, eh?
Trunks: Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left. Freiza: Yes, I have. Trunks: Look! Freiza: Just a flesh wound. [kick] Trunks: Look, stop that. Freiza: Chicken! [kick]
Chickennn! Trunks: Look, I'll have your leg. [kick] Right! [whop] [Trunks chops the Freiza's right leg off] Freiza: Right. I'll do you for that! Trunks: You'll what?
Freiza: Come here! Trunks: What are you going to do, bleed on me? Freiza: I'm invincible! Trunks: You're a looney. Freiza: Freiza always triumphs! Have at you!
Come on, then. [whop] [Trunks chops the Freiza's last leg off]
Freiza: Oh? All right, we'll call it a draw. Trunks: Come, Patsy. Freiza: Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!
krillin: Ooh! [stab]
Freiza: Aagh!
krillin: Oh!
Ooh! Uuh.
Freiza: Aaaagh! [clang]
Freiza and krillin: Agh!, oh!, etc.
krillin: Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! [woosh] [Freiza kills krillin] [thud] [scrape]
Freiza: Umm! [clop clop clop]
Trunks: You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight. [pause] I am Trunks, King of the Britons. [pause] I seek the finest and the bravest knights in the land to join me in my court at Camelot. [pause]You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me? [pause] You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy.
Freiza: None shall pass.
Trunks: What?
Freiza: None shall pass.
Trunks: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge.
Freiza: Then you shall die.
Trunks: I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside!
Freiza: I move for no man.
Trunks: So be it!
Trunks and Freiza: Aaah!, hiyaah!, etc. [Trunks chops the Freiza's left arm off]
Trunks: Now stand aside, worthy adversary.
Freiza: 'Tis but a scratch. Trunks: A scratch? Your arm's off! Freiza: No, it isn't. Trunks: Well, what's that, then? Freiza: I've had worse.
Trunks: You liar!
Freiza: Come on, you pansy! [clang] Huyah! [clang] Hiyaah! [clang] Aaaaaaaah! [Trunks chops the Freiza's right arm off]
Trunks: Victory is mine! [kneeling] We thank Thee Lord, that in Thy mer--
Freiza: Hah! [kick] Come on, then.
Trunks: What?
Freiza: Have at you! [kick]
Trunks: Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine.
Freiza: Oh, had enough, eh?
Trunks: Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left. Freiza: Yes, I have. Trunks: Look! Freiza: Just a flesh wound. [kick] Trunks: Look, stop that. Freiza: Chicken! [kick]
Chickennn! Trunks: Look, I'll have your leg. [kick] Right! [whop] [Trunks chops the Freiza's right leg off] Freiza: Right. I'll do you for that! Trunks: You'll what?
Freiza: Come here! Trunks: What are you going to do, bleed on me? Freiza: I'm invincible! Trunks: You're a looney. Freiza: Freiza always triumphs! Have at you!
Come on, then. [whop] [Trunks chops the Freiza's last leg off]
Freiza: Oh? All right, we'll call it a draw. Trunks: Come, Patsy. Freiza: Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!