Arthur: Gaius, you're sure this is gonna work?

Gaius: You' be amazed how much license old age lends you, sire. Merlin, come. We meet at the darkling wood.

Arthur: Merlin, if you drop her...

Merlin: I know. I lose my head.

Arthur: Just so we're clear.

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Gaius: Are you all right?

Merlin: [struggling to tote the queen in a wheelbarrow] She's a lot heavier than she looks.

Gaius: That might very well be grounds for treason.