ARCHIMEDES: Rules indeed! Why, she only wants rules so she can break them!
MADAM MIM: I'll take care of you later, featherbrain. Now, rule one, no mineral or vegetable. Only animal. Rule two, no make-believe things like, pink dragons and stuff. Now, rule three, no disappearing.
MERLIN: Rule four, no cheating.
MADAM MIM: All right, all right. Now, pace off ten. One, two, three, four.
WART: Merlin! She disappeared!
MERLIN: Now, you made the rules!
WART: Change to somethin' else, Merlin.
MERLIN: Give me time to think. Ah, higgety-piggety.
WART: Quick, Merlin, hurry!
MERLIN: Hoppity-hip-hip. Got me tail, now! Madam, just a minute.
WART: This is not. Come on! Something bigger! Something smaller!
MADAM MIM: Merlin! No disappearing.
MERLIN: Mim? What's going on here?
MADAM MIM: You big blimp! Squash me, will ya? Ah, Merlin!
MERLIN: Oh, just you wait! You're gonna pay!
MADAM MIM: So you want to play rough, do ya? All right, Merlin. I'll smash you good, you old crab! Jehoshaphat!
MERLIN: Here I come, Mim, ready or not.
MADAM MIM: Merlin, you wouldn't dare!
MERLIN: Now, now, Mim! No dragons, remember? Did I say no purple dragons? Did I? I win, I win!
WART: Oh, that horrible old witch! I'll peck her eyes out!
WART: He's gone!
MERLIN: Madam, I have not disappeared. I am very tiny. I'm a germ. A rare disease. I'm called malagolintomontorosis and you caught me, Mim!
MADAM MIM: What?
MERLIN: First, you break out into spots. Followed by hot and cold flashes.
ARCHIMEDES: Watch it, boy!
MADAM MIM: You sneaky old scoundrel!
MERLIN: Oh, it's not too serious, madam. Ah, you should recover in a few weeks and be as good. I mean as bad as ever. But, ah, I would suggest plenty of rest and lots and lots of sunshine!
MADAM MIM: I hate horrible, wholesome sunshine! I hate it!
WART: You were really great, Merlin.
MERLIN: It was worth it, lad, if you learned something from it.
WART: Knowledge and wisdom is the real power.
MERLIN: Right you are, Wart, so stick to your schooling, boy.
WART: Oh, don't worry, I will, sir. I will, I really will.
SIR ECTOR: Here's to victory in London for my son, Kay!
SIR KAY: Sir Kay. I've been knighted, don't forget.
SIR ECTOR: No-o, of course, son, of course. Ah, here's to Sir Kay. And who knows? The future king of all England!
SIR KAY: Watch it, will ya?
SIR PELLINORE: Kay the king? What a dreadful thought.
SCULLERY MAID: Sir Ector! Sir Ector! Hobbs has come down with the mumps! Face all puffed up like a toad!
SIR ECTOR: Then Kay'll need another squire, hang it all. Hmm. Wart, you're it.
WART: I'm what, sir?
SIR ECTOR: Kay's squire. You're going to London, boy.
WART: Oh, Sir Ector! Whoa! What? Whoa! Merlin! Archimedes! Merlin, look! I'm a squire!
ARCHIMEDES: Very nice, boy.
MERLIN: Yes, indeed. A fine monkey suit for polishing boots.
WART: It's what all the squires wear.
MERLIN: And I thought you were going to amount to something! I thought you had a few brains! Great future. A stooge for that big lunk, Kay. Congratulations, boy!
WART: What do you want me to be? I'm nobody. You don't know a thing about what's goin' on today. I'm lucky to be Kay's squire.
MERLIN: Of all the idiotic. Blow me to Bermuda!
WART: Where did he go?
ARCHIMEDES: To Bermuda, I suppose.
WART: Where's that?
ARCHIMEDES: Oh, an island way off somewhere that hasn't been discovered yet.