Merlin

— You will go to your chambers!
— And you, Uther... You will go to hell.

— Camelot is fortunate to have a king such as you.
— It's I that's fortunate. Camelot would be nothing were it not for the courage and loyalty of its friends.

— What actually happened?
— The usual. I saved your neck.
— You saved me?
— Yes. And I can juggle. I keep telling you I have many talents.

Two long years I’ve known nothing but darkness. Patience and I are old friends.

You belong at Arthur’s side. I’ve seen how much he needs you, how much you need him. You’re like two sides of the same coin.

— What happened to the young boy who came into my chambers just a few years ago?
— He grew up, and he learned the meaning of duty.

— Then you must be Courage.
— No, I'm Prince Arthur of Camelot.

— If only we had a horse.
— Or a pig.
— You can't ride a pig.
— 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.
— Stop it.

— The King of Camelot. You will fetch a handsome price. Alive or dead. Any last requests?
— Let my servant go. He doesn't deserve to die like this.
— If you're going to kill him, you'll have to kill me first.
— Merlin! Step aside.
— You know I never do as I'm told.

— This mission, sire...
— ...is too dangerous, so I shouldn't go.
— Yeah... You're thinking the same thing?
— No. I'm thinking that's exactly what you always say, but here I am, two legs, two arms, my own teeth.

— I am not my father.
— No.
— Then why do they judge me so?
— I'm not sure I'm the person to ask.
— I am asking you, Merlin, man to man.
— Well, perhaps they feel you're worthy enough to BE judged.
— What do you mean by that?
— Judgment is wasted on a man who won't listen.
— You think I should take them seriously.
— I think you already have.

— I can't find my comb.
— Have you looked?
— Everywhere.
— Must've been under something.
— Your nose?
— You just have this way of seeing things.
— Yes, two of them. They're called eyes.

— He's not in danger. He's seeing a girl.
— Merlin?
— Gaius, I'm sorry, but there is no reason to worry.
— Except for the poor girl.

— How can a serving girl understand what it means to be queen?
— Guinevere is wise and strong, and I trust her more than anyone.
— And that is your weakness. You put too much trust in other people. You and you alone must rule Camelot.
— I would rather not rule at all than rule alone.