Uther: If this were a time of war, I would have you flogged.
Merlin: And since it’s now, we’ll let it go just this once?
(scene cuts to Merlin in the stocks)
Merlin: I forgot how much fun this was.
Arthur: I heard you were thrown in the stocks, bad luck,.
Merlin: They were throwing potatoes at me.
Uther: Have you some sort of mental affliction?
Gaius: I’m looking into it, sire.
Uther: Well I hope for our sake you find a cure, or we’ll find ourselves with a food shortage on our hands.
Merlin: *chuckles* Food shortage? *realization hits, frowns*
(in stocks again)