Pellinore: Forgive the interruption. Anyone here seen a beast with the head of a serpent, the body of a boar and the tail of a lion, baying like forty hounds?

Mordred: [to Arthur about Guenevere] What a magnificent dilemma! Let her die, your life is over; let her live, your life's a fraud. Which will it be, Arthur? Do you kill the Queen or kill the law?

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

Arthur: We must arrange for your knighthood.
Lancelot: No, sire! Invest me because of deeds, not words! Give me an order!
Arthur: Now?
Lancelot: This moment! Is there some wrong I can right, some peril I can face, some quest I can undertake?
Arthur: Well... actually... there's not much going on today. The Queen and some of her court have gone a-maying.
Lancelot: Gone... a-maying?
Arthur: Well, it's a sort of... um... picnic? They pick flowers and chase young...
Lancelot: Picnic?
Arthur: It's a custom we have here. This is England, you know. And this is the season for gathering flowers.
Lancelot: Knights? Gathering FLOWERS?
Arthur: Well, SOMEONE has to do it!

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

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

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: But for what purpose? Might isn't always right, Jenny.
Guinevere: Nonsense, dear, of course it is. To be right and lose couldn't possibly be right.

Arthur: But even the thought, "I'm not thinking a thought" is thinking, isn't it?
Merlyn: Yes, and thinking is the sort of thing you should get into the habit of doing as often as possible.

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?

Lancelot: Dap, you are older than I. You know this Earth better than I. I only fell upon it a few hours ago.
Dap: What are you talking about?
Lancelot: Guenevere!

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

I dreamed ... I dreamed.

Company: [singing] Guinevere, Guinevere
Oh, they found Guinevere
In the dying candle's gleam
Came the sundown of a dream.