MERLIN: Hey. Come on now, that’s enough. ARTHUR: What? MERLIN: You’ve had your fun, my friend. ARTHUR: Do I know you? MERLIN: Uh, I’m Merlin. ARTHUR: So, I don’t know you. MERLIN: No. ARTHUR: Yet you called me friend. MERLIN: That was my mistake. ARTHUR: Yes I think so. MERLIN: Yeah. I’d never have a friend who could be such an ass.
MERLIN: (helping Arthur dress): When was the last time these were cleaned? ARTHUR: Last year, sometime. Before the feast of Beltane. MERLIN: Did it end in a food fight? ARTHUR: Don’t all feasts? MERLIN: I wouldn’t know. The airs and graces of the court are a mystery to me. ARTHUR: Well, tonight, they won’t be. MERLIN: I’m gonna be at the banquet? ARTHUR: Not quite. You’ll be there to make sure my cup doesn’t run dry. If I have to sit through Bayard’s boring speeches, I don’t see why you should get out of it. Be sure to polish the buttons. Do you want to see what you’ll be wearing tonight? MERLIN: Won’t this do? ARTHUR: No. Tonight, you’ll be wearing the official ceremonial robes of the servants of Camelot. [shows him the outfit] MERLIN: You can’t be serious.