Morgause, on the phone: Hi, my idiot brother chased a cat and is stuck in a tree.
Fire department: Sorry, right now we’re only responding to fires.
Morgause: I see.
Morgause:
Morgause: Give me a second.
Merlin: “Arthur.” Dramatic sobbing ”I’m Irish.”
Arthur: “Don’t be stupid Merlin, You’re not Irish, I would know.”
Merlin: “Arthur, I am Irish. Look.” Potatoes rain from the sky
Arthur: …get away from me
Headcanon that Freya and Arthur become afterlife BFFs in Avalon, and even though they can't return to the living world, Freya can visit, as long as she doesn't leave the lake, and this is how she and Arthur learn about the modern world, including language. Particularly slang. Not all of it is exactly accurate (think Ariel and the dinglehopper) but they're learning.
Stuff left on the docks? Gone. Too close to the shore? Yoinked. Things dropped in the lake? Never recovered. She even takes stuff from boats because technically she's still in the lake.
Freya, rollerskating into Avalon wearing a beach towel like a cape and a pair of giant sunglasses, carrying a boombox and a cooler of beer: Arthur, my good bitch, you will not believe what I found this time.
Arthur, wearing a 'Sun's Out, Guns Out' tank top, jean shorts, and a huge sunhat, reading one of the three dozen trashy romance novels Freya's brought him, drinking a pina colada through a crazy straw: Oh, word?