Princess Aleta: [to the one who took it while she was swimming] Now give me back my dress.
Prince Valiant: [knocks the sword she holds out away with his own and steps into the light] I'll give you back your dress, on one condition: you wear it on our wedding day.
Princess Aleta: [amused] If there *is* a wedding day, I'll consider it.
Rowanne: [amused] You are truly a bottomless pit.
Arn: [chomping on a drumstick] I won't have any more after this one.
Rowanne: Nor any less is my guess.
[they laugh with Valiant]
King Arthur: This fighting, this setting fires, it has to stop. It's not right and it is not going to change anything. You, sir, would you kill this man simply because his heritage differs from yours? And would you volunteer to tell his family that he is never coming home again? Listen to me, people. This is not how we do things in Camelot. We can all get along, we *must* get along. Last night, we joined together, newcomer and Camelotian alike, and together we saved much more than was lost. This is our home, it belongs to all of us. We can work out our differences. If we do not... see for yourselves what we will be left with.