Gaius: So I have a riddle for you. There are two islands connected by a bridge capable of holding only one hundred pounds. On one island, there is a gatekeeper who only lets you cross the bridge one time, and on the other island, there is a princess and an apple tree.
Merlin: Can I be both the apple tree and the princess?
Gaius: No. Shush. The princess weighs ninety-nine pounds, and each apple weighs half a pound. But she needs to get three apples across. How does she do this without collapsing the bridge?
Gwaine: WEAK-ASS BRIDGE! Who the FUCK was in charge of construction?
Gaius: No--
Arthur: You THROW one apple across, and you carry the other two just fine!
Gwaine: YEET THE FRUIT!
Percival: Or you roll it! Like a bowling ball!
Merlin: The gatekeeper is the singular pin, and if you don't knock him down, you lose crossing privileges.
Gaius: That's not--
Elyan: What time period is this in? Do dragons still exist? She can just tie an apple to a dragon and fly it over.
Gaius: She JUGGLES them! She juggles the apples! One apple is always in the air as she crosses! THAT is the answer! Holy shit.
Merlin:
Merlin: Dude
Gaius: What?
Merlin: Boat.
Arthur: Boat!
Elyan: Boat???
Percival: Boat!
Gwaine: BOAT!!!!
Gaius:
Gaius: I'm leaving.
Arthur: I don’t have friends, I can’t afford to as crown prince. As for trust, I of course have complete faith in my knights. Thats all. Nobody else. Nope.
Merlin: Probably himself, the egotistical prat.
Morgana: Merlin, though Arthur won’t ever admit it.
Gwen: Merlin.
Leon: Merlin, who is well deserved of Arthur’s trust.
Gwaine: Merlin.
Elyan, Percival and Lancelot: Merlin.
Mordred: Merlin. Like, super intense friendship there, I don’t know if its healthy.
Gaius: Merlin.
Hunith: Merlin.
Camelot: Merlin.
Kilgharrah: The other half of the coin.
Morgause: Merlin.
Uther: Without a doubt that idiot serving boy. Marvin? Mertin? Merlin that’s it. Far too close for a servant but he has proven himself a loyal ally against magic.
Percival: When I said you should try being friendlier, this isn't what I meant.
Gwaine, stirring a cup of tea annoyedly: Oh, so now I'm too friendly? There's no pleasing you, Percival.
A bandit, who broke into the castle an hour ago: Two sugars, please.
Gwaine: here you are my friend
Merlin + never quite believing that Arthur can get dressed by himself.
+ Bonus. Arthur the other 99% of the time: