Hey, I'm hosting all my exes—and my current hubby, Ailill—on a new season of The Celtic Bachelorette. Wanna join?
Nah, I'm good. I've got plenty of women to keep me busy. Right, Deirdre?
I'm in! I'll show up in a limo wearing nothing but a banana hammock.
Uh... I'm contractually obligated to a different network. I'm gonna be competing on Ireland's Got Talent. Sorry.
is wondering who his dad really is.
It's me, son. Where do you think you get your magical powers from? I'm a Druid.
I think it might be me... hey, who knows?
Uncle Con, want to play a round of football?
By "football," do you mean American football or soccer?
Soccer, you dimwit.
Ugh. I can't even...Who would want to marry an old geezer like you?
You're going to, whether you like it or not!
Just watch me.
threw a shot of whiskey at Ailill.
hates Naoise. Hates, hates, hates him.
What's up, bro? How's it hanging?
Not bad. You?
Not bad. Just wanted to let you know what an army's coming your way.
Yup. Gonna go paw the ground now.
Your Majesty, are we related?
Not sure. Don't think so. Who are you?
Arthur Pendragon, king of the Britons, lord of the Round Table.
I definitely don't think so. I would've heard of you.
Hey, who's your favorite nephew? Me or Cúchlainn?
Well, have you ever saved my country singlehandedly? Let's see...
Fine! I'm going to get a massage. That'll reduce my tension.
What's a man got to do to get a drink around here? Oh, yeah: ask the servants!