Merlin: I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted him dead.
Gwen: If Uther died I’d feel nothing. He means nothing to me.
Merlin: But if you had…you know…the choice, what would you do? If you had the power of life and death over Uther, would you kill him? For what he did?
Gwen: No!
Merlin: No?
Gwen: What would that solve? That would make me a murderer. That would make me as bad as him.
Merlin: You’re right. Of course you’re right.

Arthur: Here! Come and join me. This table belonged to the ancient kings of Camelot. A round table afforded no one man more importance than any other. They believed in equality in all things. So, it seems fitting that we revive this tradition now. Without each of you, we would not be here.

*On his way to give Morgana flowers Merlin spots Arthur and hides them behind his back*
Arthur: Ah, Merlin. I need you to…What are you hiding behind your back?
Merlin: Nothing. See?
Arthur: What are you up to?
Merlin: What, nothing, honestly. Arthur, I would never lie to you. I respect you far too much for that. You wanted me to do something.
Arthur: My chainmail needs cleaning.
Merlin: Oh, well…I’ll see to it right away.

Gwen: Arthur, Hunith made you some food.
Arthur: Thanks. *mutters* I think.
Gwen:  *stopping and turning back around* Food is scarce for these people, you shouldn’t turn your nose up at it!
*Arthur stares at her*
Gwen: Oh, no. I, I shouldn’t’ve spoken to you like that. I’m sorry.
Arthur: Gwen.
Gwen: *leaving* I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. It won’t happen again.
Arthur: Guinevere! 
*Gwen turns to face him*
Arthur: Thank you. You’re right.

Merlin: I know, I’m late again. Sorry. But, er, this is going to be the best bread you have ever tasted. What do you want with it? Come on. You can have anything. Ham. Cheese.
Freya Strawberries.
Merlin Strawberries it is. *ahem* *rubs hands together* Blóstma.
*Merlin opens his hands to reveal a red rose*
Freya: That’s not a strawberry.
Merlin: Er, it’s the right colour.