King Arthur: I love them and they answer me with pain and torment. Be it sin or not sin, they betray me in their hearts and that's far sin enough. I can feel it in their eyes, I can feel it when they speak, and they must pay for it and be punished. I shall not be wounded and not return it in kind! I'm through with feeble hoping! I demand a man's vengeance!
King Arthur: Proposition: I'm a king, not a man. And a very civilized king. Could it possibly be civilized to destroy the thing I love? Did they ask for this calamity? Can passion be selected?
King Arthur: Merlin told me once, "Never be too disturbed if you don't understand what a woman is thinking. They don't do it very often".
King Arthur: All we've been through, for nothing but an idea! Something that you cannot taste, smell, or feel; without substance, life, reality, memory.
King Arthur: [to Mordred] Far more seasoned rascals than you have polished their souls, I advise you, get out the wax. Better to be rubbed clean than rubbed out.
King Arthur as a Boy: What's the best thing for being sad?
Merlyn: The best thing for being sad is to learn something.
King Arthur: [singing] Don't let it be forgot / That once there was a spot / For one brief shining moment / That was known as Camelot!
King Arthur: [singing] In short, there's simply not / a more congenial spot / for happily ever aftering than here in Camelot.
Guinevere: Must we talk about Mordred? This is the first time in a month that he's not coming to dinner and not having him makes it seem like a party!
Lancelot Du Lac: Dap, you are older than I. You know this Earth better than I. I only fell upon it a few hours ago.
Dap: What are you talking about?
Lancelot Du Lac: Guenevere!
King Arthur: Wrong or right, they have the might, so wrong or right, they're always right, and that's wrong... right?
King Arthur: [sardonically] Mordred, I must remind you that I am a civilized man. With occasional lapses.
King Arthur: But even the thought, "I'm not thinking a thought" is thinking, isn't it?
Merlyn: Yes, and thinking is the sort of thing you should get into the habit of doing as often as possible.
Lancelot Du Lac: If the king grants you clemency, you shall be banished. If not, you hang.
King Arthur: Clemency is granted.
Lancelot Du Lac: Ginny, I - I love you. God forgive me, but I do.
Guinevere: Then God forgive us both, Lance.
Lancelot Du Lac: The next time you traffic with me, remember... you challenge the right hand of King Arthur!
King Arthur: I *am* King Arthur!
Lancelot Du Lac: What? You... are the king?
King Arthur: Almost the *late* king...
Chorus: [singing offscreen] Guinevere, Guinevere / In that dim, mournful year / Saw the men she held so dear / Go to war for Guinevere
King Arthur: We must arrange for your knighthood.
Lancelot Du Lac: No, sire! Invest me because of deeds, not words! Give me an order!
King Arthur: Now?
Lancelot Du Lac: This moment! Is there some wrong I can right, some peril I can face, some quest I can undertake?
King Arthur: Well... actually... there's not much going on today. The Queen and some of her court have gone a-maying.
Lancelot Du Lac: Gone... a-maying?
King Arthur: Well, it's a sort of... um... picnic? They pick flowers and chase young...
Lancelot Du Lac: Picnic?
King Arthur: It's a custom we have here. This is England, you know. And this is the season for gathering flowers.
Lancelot Du Lac: Knights? Gathering FLOWERS?
King Arthur: Well, SOMEONE has to do it!
Chorus: [singing offscreen] Guinevere, Guinevere / Oh, they found Guinevere / In the dying candle's gleam / Came the sundown of a dream
Mordred: I like my women married, my willpower weak, my wine strong, and my saints fallen.
A Knight: The rules of battle are not for Lancelot Du Lac, Your Majesty! Let us attack now while they sleep!
King Arthur: [firmly] We will attack when I give the command - at dawn.
[the knight leaves, and Arthur begins to talk to himself]
King Arthur: Oh, Merlyn, Merlyn, why is Ginny in that castle, behind walls I cannot enter? How did I blunder into this agonizing absurdity? Where did I stumble? How did I go wrong? Should I not have loved her?
King Arthur: Then I should not have been born! Oh, Merlyn, I haven't got much time. Within an inch of sunlight, the arrows begin to fly. If I am to die in battle, please, please do not let me die bewildered!
Merlyn: [voice only, far off in the distance] Think back, Arthur! Think back!