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: 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.
Gwen: *leaving* I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. It won’t happen again.
*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.
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.
Merlin: Oh, no. I know that face. I’m not going to like this, am I? What’s in the tunnels?
Arthur: They’re…infested with Wildren.
Merlin: What are Wildren?
Arthur: Well, they’re like giant…baby rats.
Merlin: Baby rats? They don’t sound so bad.
Arthur: They feast on human flesh.
Merlin: Maybe we should go over the mountains.
Arthur: Who’s there!
Merlin: *whispers* Oferbrædels ahries.
*Spell drops the canopy onto Arthur’s head and he falls off his bed*
Morgana: That’s a beautiful bracelet.
Morgause: It was a gift. From my mother. Please, I would like you to have it. It’s a healing bracelet. It will help you sleep.
Merlin: Maybe I know something they don’t.
Arthur: Which is?
Merlin: You know…that you’re a Cabbage Head.
Gaius: On one side it says, “Take me up,” and on the other, “Cast me away.”
*Man chops a training dummy’s head off with axe*
Merlin: Tell me he can’t use that in the contest.
Arthur: He can use what he likes, it’s an open tournament.
Merlin: What about the *tsk* Knight’s Code?
Arthur: Counts for nothing. The only rule is: there are no rules.
*Nollar throws hatchet into target, almost hitting Merlin*
Merlin: Yeah, you’re right. There’s nothing to worry about.