Merlin: (Sneezes) You're still angry with me, aren't you?
Arthur: We spend the entire day hunting, catch nothing, because every time we got anywhere near anything you sneezed and frightened it away.
Merlin: Not the last time.
Arthur: No. That time you fell into a stream. No one could accuse you of being predictable, Merlin.
Merlin: I think I'm getting a cold.
Arthur: Let's hope it's a bad one.