King Arthur: Why have enemies when you can have friends?

King Arthur: I'm not getting drawn into this mess! There's an army of you, there's only one of me! I'll talk, I'm happy to talk. But there is NO WAY that I am fighting.

Back Lack: What a waste of brandy.

King Arthur: But doesn't it make the palace burn well?

King Arthur: It's quite dangerous being one of you lot, isn't it? You're good with animals, aren't you? They have a word for that, don't they?... Mage... I thought your team was outlawed. Never met one of you in the flesh. I thought you'd be taller... and have a beard.

The Mage: You're no longer a myth. You're starting to mean something.

Bill: Leave him with me, boss.

King Arthur: Put your ring back on honey-tits, you haven't had enough porridge this morning to talk like that. And if you want that sword so much, your lordship, you can keep it... to peel your grapes.


Bill: Now, that would have hurt a lot more if I'd left the ring on.

Bill: You've made quite a celebrity of yourself among the Blackleg ranks.

Bedivere: You've done very nicely on the back of your cozy relationship with your King's men.

King Arthur: I'm a little old for finger-wagging and speeches. So unless you're my dad, which... I believe is unlikely, can you just get around to telling me exactly what it is you want?

The Mage: You know what we have to do. In order for him to control Excalibur, he needs to go to the Darklands.

Bedivere: That's not happening.

Bedivere: ...Welcome to the Darklands...

The Mage: He needs to take the sword to the tower.

Bedivere: Give me another way.

The Mage: There is no other way. And he has to go alone.

Bedivere: He can't survive the Darklands alone!

The Mage: You don't want all of him to survive, that's the point. You have to break his old self completely, wear him down. You want him to think big? Give him something big to think about.

Bedivere: You're playing with fire, mage. And I'm not killing the king before he's even become one!

The Mage: Pick it up. Pick it up with both hands.

King Arthur: YOU pick it up.

Vortigern: When people fear you... I mean, really fear you... it is the most intoxicating sensation a man can possess.

King Arthur: So what happens now?

Vortigern: You know what happens now. You're quickly becoming a legend.

Bedivere: It was Vortigern who murdered your father, but what you didn't account for is what you can do with his sword.

Vortigern: What kind of man would you have become if had you inherited your father's kingdom and all its advantages instead of being raised in a brothel? What gave you such drive, hmmm?

[later on]

King Arthur: You wanted to know what gave me such drive. It was you. You put me in that brothel. You cut me on the streets. I am here now because of you. You created me. And for that, I bless you.

Vortigern: You and I have a lot more in common than you think. It's not just the same blood we share, but also the same interests. We both developed a palate for power.

King Arthur: I've never had any power, or any desire to achieve it. Sire, I could simply drift away never to be seen again.

Vortigern: As much as I would like to believe you, your character makes that unlikely.

Mischief John: Anything that you do to me will be repaid 10 times in kind. Now, you're a big man. Now, let's see you move.