Margo: What the fucking hell. Tick: You've been found guilty. Eliot: By a marsupial in a wig and a rob. Tick: The judge you requested for trial -- the wombat. Margo: Wombat? Jesus, Tick I said combat. We wanted trial by combat. Tick: That is not as you'd say a "thing" in Fillory.
Alice: I know what it is. Music. Quentin: Music? Alice: Medieval music. Quentin: Sure you're playing it right? Alice: Yes. Kady: Then you're an idiot. Back then the scale didn't start at C. So that's an A. What? Quentin: I just didn't know you had so much -- Kady: Well, me and music go way back.