Prince Valiant: It's simple, Gawain. You'll divert his attention, and I'll throw the rope around his neck.
Sir Gawain: I'm in no mood for this sport, Valiant. Forget trying to get him back into his pen. I say we shoot him where he stands, pay the farmer for the damages, and be done with it.
[the bull charges him, he leaps onto the fence-post]
Prince Valiant: [laughs readying the lasso] Brillaint diversion, Sir Knight.
Sir Gawain: The next time you feel the urge to wrestle a runaway rampaging bovine, Valiant, please feel free to count me out.
Merlin: Remember, Arthur, the hunter that waits in silence often has a fuller belly than one who trumpets his arrival.
Sir Gawain: Well, it could've been worse. At least we're alive.
[sits up seeing the Vikings]
Sir Gawain: For now.
Prince Valiant: Your Majesty, this is someone who would not be allowed to keep King Arthur's stable, let alone sign a treaty in his name.
Sir Mordred: I look forward to seeing you again soon, Valiant. In Camelot.
Prince Valiant: Yes. I suppose that will be unavoidable.
Sir Mordred: Camelot will be my anvil, and you will be my hammer in the north.
King Arthur: What would you have me do? Punish all immigrants for the crimes of a few?
Allyn: Exactly that. Run them all off. Send 'em back where they came from. Nothing less.
Merlin: Now go and get some rest. I fear that soon there will be little time for it.
King Arthur: Ironic, isn't it? Just when we're close to achieving peace with our greatest enemy it seems that Camelot is beginning to splinter from within.
Prince Valiant: Your powers are truly wondrous.
Merlin: They are merely powers of observation, Valiant.