*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.
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.
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.
*Merlin trips Mordred with a branch, using magic. Mordred uses magic to throw spears at the two guards pursuing him. He smirks, then looks straight at Merlin* Mordred: I shall never forgive this, Emrys. And I shall never forget. *Mordred runs off*
Arthur: I accept your challenge. If I’m to face you in combat, do me the courtesy of revealing your identity. *knight removes helmet to reveal a wealth of long blonde tresses* Morgause: My name is Morgause.
Merlin: I was cleaning the stables. Arthur: That’s strange. Because a little bird told me you were somewhere else. Merlin: Mucking out the stables is strange and a talking bird isn’t? Arthur: Merlin, what’ve we said about you trying to be funny? Merlin: I shouldn’t.