Proposition: It's far better to be alive than to be dead.

[singing] And -what of teaching me by turning me to animal and bird,
From beaver to the smallest bobolink!
I should have had a -whirl
At changing to a girl,
To learn the way the creatures think!

[angrily] Mordred, I must remind you that I am a civilized man. With occasional lapses.

Company: [singing] Guinevere, Guinevere.
In that dim, mournful year
Saw the men she held so dear
Go to war for Guinevere.

Arthur: A thousand pardons, Milady. Wait! Don't run. [She stops and looks at him coweringly] Please! I won't harm you.
Guenevere: You lie! You'll leap at me and throw me to the ground.
Arthur: I won't do any such thing. [He takes a step toward her. She takes a step backwards. He stops]
Guenevere: Then you'll twist my arm and tie me to a tree.
Arthur: But I won't.
Guinevere: Then you'll sling me over your shoulder and carry me off.
Arthur: No, no, no! I swear it! By the Sword Excalibur! I swear I won't touch you.
Guinevere: [Hurt] Why not? [Sudden rage] How dare you insult me in this fashion. Do my looks repel you?
Arthur: No. You're beautiful.
Guinevere: Well, then? We're alone. I'm completely defenseless. What kind of a cad are you? Apologize at once.

Arthur: Wrong or right, they have the might, so wrong or right, they're always right, and that's wrong... right?
Guinevere: Absolutely.

Lancelot: Jenny, I - I love you. God forgive me, but I do.
Guinevere: Then God forgive us both, Lance.

Merlyn, why have you never taught me love and marriage?

Merlyn told me once: Never be too disturbed if you don't understand what a woman is thinking. They don't do it often.

I dreamed ... I dreamed.

All we've been through, for nothing but an idea! Something that you cannot taste, smell, or feel; without substance, life, reality, memory.

I love them and they answer me with pain and torment. Be it sin or not sin, they betray me in their hearts and that's far sin enough. I can feel it in their eyes, I can feel it when they speak, and they must pay for it and be punished. I shall not be wounded and not return it in kind! I'm through with feeble hoping! I demand a man's vengeance! [Calming down] Proposition: I'm a king, not a man. And a civilized king. Could it possibly be civilized to destroy what I love? Could it possibly be civilized to love myself above all? What of their pain and their torment? Did they ask for this calamity? Can passion be selected?

The adage, "Blood is thicker than water," was invented by undeserving relatives.

Merlyn! Merlyn, make me a hawk. Let me fly away from here!