King Arthur: [sardonically] Mordred, I must remind you that I am a civilized man. With occasional lapses.

King Arthur: [singing] Don't let it be forgot / That once there was a spot / For one brief shining moment / That was known as Camelot!

King Arthur: [singing] In short, there's simply not / a more congenial spot / for happily ever aftering than here in Camelot.

King Arthur: [to Mordred] Far more seasoned rascals than you have polished their souls, I advise you, get out the wax. Better to be rubbed clean than rubbed out.

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

King Arthur: Arise, Sir Lancelot.

King Arthur: 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]
King Arthur: Proposition: I'm a king, not a man. And a very civilized king. Could it possibly be civilized to destroy the thing I love? Did they ask for this calamity? Can passion be selected?

King Arthur: Merlin told me once, "Never be too disturbed if you don't understand what a woman is thinking. They don't do it very often".

King Arthur: Merlin, make me a hawk! Let me fly away from here!

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