- Arthur: So your great plan is to kill me.
- Merlin: No! Well, yes. Not exactly. Gaius has made a potion that gives the appearance of death without the actual dying bit. It's fine. There's nothing to worry about. It will only bring you to the brink of death.
- Arthur: Oh, only to the brink.
- Merlin: We haven't got a choice.
- Gaius: We have to make your father cry.
- Arthur: He doesn't care about me anymore.
- Gaius: Nonsense. That's Catrina's influence. I've known your father for many, many years. There's never been anyone or anything he has treasured more than you. It's perfectly safe. A single drop of the antidote will reverse the effects immediately.
- Arthur: Antidote? What antidote? You didn't say anything about an antidote!
- Merlin: I didn't think it was important.
- Gaius: The potion will lower your heart rate and breathing. For all intents and purposes, you will be dead.
- Arthur: And the antidote reverses the effects.
- Gaius: Yes. If it is administered in time.
- Arthur: If it isn't?
- Gaius: You will be dead.
- Arthur: You just said it wasn't important!
- Merlin: Um, yeah. I suppose it is a bit important.
- Gaius: Merlin will have the antidote. Once I have administered the poison, um the potion, you have half an hour to get it to him.
- Arthur: Don't be late.
- Merlin: Am I ever?
- The Dragon: Young warlock! It was some time ago you promised to set me free. The help I give you is not unconditional.
- Arthur: You're a troll!
- Uther Pendragon: How dare you speak about her like that!
- Arthur: What is wrong with you? Look at the state of her!
- Morgana: I don't believe it.
- [the troll tears the door open and leaves]
- Arthur: She just ripped a door off it's hinges. Doesn't that tell you something?
- Uther Pendragon: Enough!
- Arthur: She's a troll! A giant, grey...
- Morgana: ...Stinking...
- Uther Pendragon: ...stinking, troll!
- Uther Pendragon: Stop it! Haven't you hurt her feelings enough?
- [Lady Catrina has turned back into a troll. Jonas brings her a present]
- Lady Catrina: [sniffs] What's that, then? What *is* that smell?
- Jonas: A treat.
- [Lady Catrina rubs her hands with glee. Jonas produces a bucket of horse-manure]
- Jonas: To celebrate. Fresh from the stables.
- [Lady Catrina starts to eat the manure]
- Lady Catrina: Ooooh, Jonas. You *do* know how to treat a lady!