Connor MacLeod:
You're a liar!

Ramirez:
You have the manners of a goat. And you smell like a dung-heap! And you have no knowledge whatsoever of your potential!

Ramirez:
The sensation you feel is the Quickening. We are one, MacLeod. We are brothers!

Heather:
You can do that to me forever if you like, my Lord.

Ramirez:
Crude and slow, clansman. Your attack was no better than that of a clumsy child.

Garfield:
Are you a faggot Nash?

Connor MacLeod:
Why Garfield? Cruisin' for a piece of ass?

Connor MacLeod:
I am Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. I was born in 1518 in the village of Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel. And I am immortal.

Kate:
Angus, you'll keep him in one piece, ya hear?

Dugal MacLeod:
And we all know what piece that is!

Ramirez:
Why does the sun come up, or are the stars just pinholes in the curtain of night?

Ramirez:
If your head comes away from your neck, it's over!

Connor MacLeod:
I've been alive for four and a half centuries, and I cannot die.

Brenda:
Well, everyone has got their problems

Kurgan:
At last. The Gathering...

Candy:
Hi. I'm Candy.

Kurgan:
Of course you are...

Kurgan:
Forgive me father, I am a worm...

Kurgan:
Nuns. No sense of humor.

Kurgan:
So now it ends...

Connor MacLeod:
There can be only one!

Garfield:
What do you think the cause of death was, Lieutenant?

Connor MacLeod:
You only have one life! If you value it, go home!

Garfield:
You talk funny Nash. Where you from?

Nash:
Lots of different places.

Ramirez:
The Kurgan. He is the strongest of all the immortals. He's the *PERFECT* warrior. If he wins the Prize mortal man would suffer an eternity of darkness.

Connor MacLeod:
How do you fight such a savage?

Ramirez:
With heart, faith and skill. In the end there can be only one.

Sunda Kastagir:
Macleod, it's good to see you again. It seems like a hundred years.

Connor MacLeod:
It's been a hundred years.

Ramirez:
You cannot die, MacLeod. Accept it.

Connor MacLeod:
I hate you!

Ramirez:
Good. That is a perfect way to start.

Connor MacLeod:
Help me, I'm drowning!

Juan Sanchez Villa-Lobos Ramirez:
You can't drown, you fool, you're immortal!

Angus MacLeod:
He's a Highlander, by God, and the last sound he hears should not be that of a wailing woman!

Angus MacLeod:
Can you walk, Connor?

Connor MacLeod:
I'll bloody well walk out of here!

Brenda:
I was hoping you could give me some advice.

Connor MacLeod:
Are you the kind of woman who takes advice?

Brenda:
Sometimes.

Connor MacLeod:
Advice about what?

Brenda:
What can you tell me about a seven foot lunatic hacking away with a broadsword at one o'clock in the morning, New York City, 1985?

Connor MacLeod:
...Not much.

Connor MacLeod:
What are you looking at, Rachel?

Rachel:
The eyes in the back of your head. People are asking about you. What am I supposed to tell them?

Connor MacLeod:
Simple. Tell them I'm immortal.

Rachel:
Will you listen to me for one moment? You can't hide your feelings from me! I've known you too long.

Connor MacLeod:
What feelings?

Rachel:
How about loneliness?

Connor MacLeod:
I'm not lonely. I've got everything I need right here.

Rachel:
Oh no you don't. You refuse to let anyone love you.

Connor MacLeod:
Love is for poets.

Connor MacLeod:
Hey, it's a kind of magic!

Kurgan:
Who is the woman?

Ramirez:
She's MINE!

Kurgan:
Ah! Not for much longer...

Kurgan:
You can't defeat me, Ramirez! I am the strongest!

Ramirez:
My cut has improved your voice!

Ramirez:
Haggis? What is haggis?

Connor MacLeod:
Sheep's stomach, stuffed with meat and barley.

Ramirez:
And what do you do with it?

Connor MacLeod:
You eat it.

Ramirez:
How revolting!

Priest:
This is a house of God. People are trying to pray. You're disturbing them.

Kurgan:
He cares about these helpless mortals?

Priest:
Of course He cares. He died for our sins.

Kurgan:
That shall be His undoing.

Connor MacLeod:
Whatever you say, Jack. You are the master race.

Connor MacLeod:
Nice to see you Kurgan. Who cuts your hair?

Kurgan:
I have something to say: it's better burn out, than to fade away.

Connor MacLeod:
I don't like boats. I don't like water. I'm a man not a fish.

Juan Sanchez Villa-Lobos Ramirez:
You must leave her, brother. I was born 2,437 years ago. In that time I've had three wives. The last was Shakiko, a Japanese Princess... When Shakiko died I was shattered. I would save you that pain. Please, let Heather go.

Connor MacLeod:
Ramirez's blade did not cut deeply enough. He was right about you. You're slime.

Kurgan:
Ramirez was an effete snob! He died on his knees. I took his head and raped his woman before his body was even cold.

Kurgan:
Ah, I see. Ramirez lied. She was not his woman. She was your woman. And she never told you. I wonder why. Perhaps I gave her something you never could, and secretly she yearned for my return.

Kurgan:
Happy Halloween, ladies!

Kurgan:
Hello, pretty...

Kurgan:
Don't ever speak to me.

Connor MacLeod:
Sweet Rachel, you always knew this would happen: Russel Nash dies tonight.

Connor MacLeod:
I have the power! Aye, the quickening that empowers me! I feel everything! I know... I know everything! I am everything!

Kurgan:
I know his name.