Arthur Pendragon – Character Quotes

— So be it, but understand this, Odin: you kill me and you'll have all of Camelot to answer to.
— Camelot is nothing without its king.
— Then you don't know my knights. They will hunt you, and they will find you, and they will not rest until they're done.

— 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.

If you trust no one you'll always live in fear. Your hatred came from fear, not strength.

— Merlin, I've always known you were stupid, but not that stupid.
— No, really, I'm that stupid. And if you don't believe me, watch.

— 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.

— 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.

— Where is he?
— He's gone out in pursuit of a young agrimonia. A noble but shy plant, not easy to find. It could take him all day.
— All day?!
— It is invaluable, sire. It's properties open up both the liver and the spleen.
— He's in the tavern, isn't he?
— No, sire!
— Well, when he's finished opening up his liver and his spleen, tell him he has exactly one hour to sober up and get to my chambers.

— 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.

— Merlin! This is one of the two…possibly three moments in my life where I’ve actually been glad to see you.
— That’s my thoughts exactly, Sire. How’re you feeling?
— Like death. Well, death warmed up, at least.
— I can imagine.
— Hm. Well it seems like we’ve both been through something of an ordeal.
— It wasn’t so bad, really. Once you get use to the eternal night and the rats, and the moldy pillows, living with a bucket of your own…
— Merlin. I’m sorry about what happened to you. Truly. Soon as I heard, I told them it couldn’t have been you who poisoned me.

— 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.

— Are you feeling all right, Merlin?
— Quite, My Lord.
— I find more and more your face resembles the back end of a cat.

— 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.

— 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.

— 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.

— 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.

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