The Magicians
Wednesdays 9:00 PM on SyFyThe Magicians Quotes
Plover: See what you’re up against. Fillory can never be free so long as the Dark King reigns.
Margo: One thing I’m confused about: Where do you fit in to all of this?
Plover: Well, Rupert recognized me. He’s always disliked me. He’s the one who cursed me with the tongue twisters. I shall find no happiness in Fillory so long as he’s around.
Margo: So after you leave here what? You just gonna hit the streets?
Plover: Oh hardly. I shall write. The things I have seen, the stories I can tell.
Fen: His stories are very good.
Margo: It’s not exactly kid appropriate.
Plover: Oh vexing, oh flattery flophouse.
Fen: Did you really have to do that? He seemed like such a nice …
Margo: Pedophile. He’s grooming you Fen because you act like you’re 12.
Fen: Oh gods.
Margo: Wait, so you’re saying Martin tried and screwed up or whatever.
Plover: He was thwarted by someone heroic who knew what he could become. Martin’s own brother Rupert. Rupert Sebastian Chatwin.
Fen: Oh my gods. What a twist. You’re such a natural at this.
Plover: He realized that the only way to stop his brother was sacrifice, so he tied himself to the conduit before his brother could. When Martin discovered what had happened, he was furious. He couldn’t kill his own brother, but he could curse him with eternal sleep. All the people of Fillory thought he was dead.
Fen: What happened?
Plover: You happened. You brought surges of magic so huge you woke Rupert up, and he brought the Takers, and then when he held them at bay, the Fillorians in gratitude made him High King.
Fen: But why did he do all that?
Margo: Yeah. If he was so good why did he become so evil?
Plover: Because while he slumbered he lost the one thing he cared about: the man he loved.
My name is actually Plum, remember? I’ve just got to own it; leave the ranks of Chatwins who go by middle names or nicknames or supervillain monikers. Hi, Plum fucking Chatwin cursed freak.
Plum
When I was a first-year, I had this stupid idea that teachers knew a ton more than me. Gonna blow it for you, pretty much no one knows dick about anything, especially traveler shit.
Penny
Plum: Thanks Professor Fogg.
Past Fogg: No, gosh, thank you, thank you. This might all make an excellent dissertation.
Plum: Might even be worth a promotion.
Past Fogg: God no, me, dean? No, I’d have to pay off a lot of colleagues’ wives.
Lance: Rupert, is that really you?
Julia: Lance?
Seb: Yes, yes, it’s me. Finally, you’re here. My love, my stars, my heart. I sound like a fool. You cannot know; do you know how much I missed you?
Lance: What took you so long?
Seb: Lance, I’ve been trying.
Lance: You left me.
Seb: No.
Lance: You abandoned me.
Seb: No. I needed to stop my brother.
Lance: And now I’m dead, and you can never die. It’s cold here. I’m so alone. Oh, I’d almost given up so many times.
Seb: No, for god’s speed, don’t. I will not break my promise to you, OK. I finally know what to do. We’ll be together soon, so soon.
Lance: How?
Seb: Just wait by the door.
Lance: I’ve tried. I can’t bust through it.
Seb: I know, but you will be able to soon. That’s why I reached out to you to tell you to wait by the door.
Lance: OK, OK. Rupert.
Seb: Listen to me. Wait by the door.
Margo: Jesus cock and balls, what’s keeping Julia now? We just murdered the god damn king back there; they should act like it.
Fen: Probably just Julia’s toe worms.
Past Fogg: Ski masks? Big trend in the future?
Penny: I’m trying to avoid a time paradox.
Past Fogg: Ah, smart and stupid. You don’t think I’ll recognize your voices?
Penny: Kinda counted on you being a little drunk.
Past Fogg: Hmm.
Penny: It’s the afternoon.
Margo: Hey, who the fuck are you?
Plover: Cello squirrel daffodil.
Margo: OK.
Fen: Uh Margo, what are you doing?
Margo: Life lesson Fen: There’s always a point where you can decide that’s not my problem.
Plover: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Margo: We have friends to save, a Dark King to re-kill. Hang with Mad Libs pedophile all you want. I’m going back to double-tap the motherfucker like he’s Osama, and I’m Seal Team Bitch.
Alice: You almost had me, just peanut butter and turkey sandwiches.
Zelda: I’m not following.
Alice: We’re in the Library where there’s glitches because of hedges, right? So why do these glitches keep happening during lunar intervals? Why are the Neitherlands affected by the earth’s moon? Makes no sense. Where am I really?
George: Earth, which you manage to figure out every motherfucking time.
Alice: What is this? Some sort of illusion.
George: Psychic spell. Basically, you’re in “The Matrix,” which means we’re still on earth, hence glitches.
Plum: What’s the point of having this stupid ability if we can’t change anything?
Penny: Who says there’s a point? You are born with this shit, and you spend the rest of your life trying to survive it, OK. Let’s go.
Plum: Or, you have it ripped away just when you figured out you wanted it. I am sorry your shit is broken, but the Penny I heard about wouldn’t give a damn if it fucks the future or not. He would do the right thing for his friend.
Penny: I guess having your shit break changes a person.
Plum: OK, so what kind of person is new Penny going to be?
Fen: Tell us everything that happened.
Margo: Screw that. Tell us what’s up with the Dark King. Who is he, where does he come from, and how do we kill him?
Plover: Well, I heard the same story you did. The Dark King showed up shortly after the arrival of the Takers, that only he could vanquish them. So I was curious. Who was this magician? What was his story? So I sought him out, and I was shocked to discover I knew him.
Fen: Ah, you are good at telling stories.
Plover: Thank you. In order to talk about who he is and where he actually came from, we need to look further back to a time before Martin Chatwin became the Beast.
Margo: Really?
Fen: Shhh.
