Sir Gwaine: Lady Morgana. We really have to stop meeting like this.
Merlin: You know, if Morgana doesn't kill you, I will.
Arthur: Threatening your king is treason, Merlin.
Merlin: How about threatening an ass?
Arthur: Heard that!
Arthur: What actually happened?
Merlin: The usual. I saved your neck.
Arthur: You saved me?
Merlin: Yes. And I can juggle. I keep telling you I have many talents.
Queen Annis: I would love to see your fool perform. Given all his failings, he must have SOME skills.
Arthur: You'd think so, wouldn't you? You heard the queen. Jump to it.
Merlin: I'm not a fool.
Arthur: That's debatable.
Merlin: And I don't have any skills.
Arthur: I know that, but we can't refuse the queen when she's granted us safe passage, can we?
Merlin: Do you really think Gwaine and Percival could still be alive?
Arthur: I have to find out. They're Knights of the Round Table. It's a bond we share.
Merlin: I understand.
Arthur: If it was you that disappeared, Merlin, I wouldn't bother.
Lochru: For even as Camelot flowers, so the seeds of her destruction are being sown. The prophets speak of Arthur's Bane. You would do well to fear it, for it stalks him like a ghost in the night. Unless you act quickly, Emrys, even you can not alter the never-ending circle of his... fate.
The Dragon: A wise man is not cowed by knowledge, Merlin. Instead, he uses it to guide him.
Arthur: I swear I'm going to rescue my men, or die trying.
Merlin: And I swear I will protect you or die at your side.
Arthur: If only we had a horse.
Merlin: Or a pig.
Arthur: You can't ride a pig.
Merlin: No, but we can roast it... with carrots, parsnip and apples.
Merlin: No, you're right. We won't waste those apples. We'll put them in a pie.
Arthur: Stop it.