Avalon High

Miles:
Who said I wanted to be your friend?

Allie Pennington:
You.

Miles:
No, I didn't.

Allie Pennington:
Why are you still talking to me?

Miles:
But I'm not.

Allie Pennington:
Ah, but by saying you're not talking to me, you ARE talking to me. Check and mate.

Miles:
Just tie your shoes, okay? What am I, your mother?

Allie's Father:
So, did someone float your boat?

Allie Pennington:
[laughs] "Float my boat?" What year is this?

Allie's Mother:
He means, do you fancy anyone?

Allie Pennington:
"Fancy..." Really, you guys? Century up.

Miles:
I always do my assignments in half the time alloted.

Allie Pennington:
Why?

Miles:
To prove that I'm better than everyone else?

Allie Pennington:
[laughs] And more modest.

Miles:
That, too.

Allie Pennington:
THAT was sarcasm.

Miles:
How's it sarcasm if you're tight?

Miles:
I wonder what they ate in Camalot.

Allie Pennington:
Muton with a side of beets. Mm, and sage water, but only from the north.

Allie Pennington:
[having just heard herself] I didn't even know I KNEW that!

Allie's Father:
[reading] "As the keepers of the prophecy, it falls to members of the Order to search for potential Arthurs in each and every generation, but beware the Dark Forces, led by a reincarnation of Mordred, determined to find the next Arthur and destroy him before he can realize the prophecy." So, see, what they're saying...

Allie's Mother:
If Arthur isn't found soon, Mordred and his followers will send us back into the Dark Ages - ignorance, humiliation, suffering...

Miles:
[brightly] High school!

Mr. Moore:
Okay, tomorrow we'll be talking about sewage systems in King Arthur's day, so, if I were you, I'd plan on eating a light lunch.

Will Wagner:
Listen. Hear the wind in the trees. It's... like music.

Allie Pennington:
Football players aren't supposed to talk like that.

Will Wagner:
You're making fun of me?

Will Wagner:
Yeah, I would love a friend-burger.

Allie Pennington:
I don't know how things are at your house, but around here dinner just isn't complete without a King Arthur poem.

Miles:
Why should I care if I'm rejected by a vampire?

Marco:
Need your little goons to save you from the scary candy bugs?

Will Wagner:
No, I need them to stop me from doing something I'll regret.

Miles:
When I'm at Yale and you're in jail, I'll be sure to tell everyone how cool you are.

Miles:
I don't know how things were at your last school, but around here you can't get any higher than an A, so you can stop trying so hard.

Allie Pennington:
It's called being nice, Miles. You should try it instead of hiding your insecurities behind your snark.

Miles:
You need help.

Allie Pennington:
How do you know I need help?

Miles:
I just know, okay? Isn't that enough?

Allie Pennington:
We have to tell Will so he can defend himself.

Miles:
Oh, yeah, that'll be great. "Hey, Will, you're the reincarnation of King Arthur, your step-brother is Mordred, and he's going to try and destroy you. You gonna eat those fries?"

Allie Pennington:
Hmm. Yeah, it's a little out there, isn't it?

Miles:
Yeah, we passed "out there" about five exits back.

Allie Pennington:
You know, if Will is King Arthur, and Marco is Mordred, maybe you're Merlin the wizard. Merlin was a psychic.

Miles:
Doubtful. Merlin had a long white beard; I can barely grow a nose hair.

Marco:
You really should be more careful. Sometimes, when you get too close to something you shouldn't, you get burned.

Allie Pennington:
Any chance you're getting a vision on how it goes?

Miles:
Am I doubled over clutching my head in excruciating pain?

Allie Pennington:
No.

Miles:
Well, there you go.

Coach Barker:
Wagner here yet?

Sean:
Not yet, Coach.

Coach Barker:
Welp, we're toast.

Lance Benwick:
Nice pep talk.

Allie Pennington:
We just came in to get some fake armor for the school mascot, Officer.

Will Wagner:
Yeah. I have no idea what Mr. Moore is talking about.

Miles:
And I'm a National Merit Scholar. I don't kidnap teachers - I suck up to them.

Miles:
Avert your eyes.

Allie Pennington:
Excuse me?

Miles:
You're making a tactical error of monumental proportions right now.

Allie Pennington:
By sitting at my desk?

Miles:
By talking to me. I mean, come on, you had a great start. I saw you talking to Captain Everything this morning. You have a chance to be in the poplar group. Don't mess it up.

Mr. Moore:
[assigning project partners] Miles! You with Allie.

Miles:
I rather work alone.

Mr. Moore:
I'd rather be eatin' pineapple on a beach in Hawaii, but that's not gonna happen, either.

Miles:
Tell me again why I'm at a party with a bunch of meathead jocks?

Allie Pennington:
I'm a jock, Miles. Am I a meathead?

Miles:
No, but this party's the first step.

Miles:
[incanting his first spell] To the owner of the staff, return; the evil hand that holds it, burn.

Miles:
Socializing makes me dizzy.

Miles:
Whoa. Being Merlin rules!

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