Methos? Admit something? Surely you jest. Even after he's perfectly fluent and no longer messing up the grammar or words like he once did, and Daniel is pointing out all of the inconsistencies, Methos is looks at him with wide eyes, "why, I'm just using the more classical grammar rather than my original backwoods dialect."

"There was no backwoods dialect!"

Methos, ever so innocently: "Of course there was, it's what I was speaking before."

"But!" Daniel sputters.