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BRYANT: I need ya, Deck. This is a bad one, the worst yet. I need the old blade runner, I need your magic.BRYANT: You could learn from this guy Gaff. He's a God damned one-man slaughterhouse, that's what he is. Drink some for me, huh pal?

ROY: Chew, if only you could see what I've seen with your eyes.

ROY: I want more life, fucker.

LEON: Wake up! Time to die!

TYRELL: The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long - and you have burned so very, very brightly, Roy.

ROY: I've done... questionable things.
TYRELL: Also extraordinary things. Revel in your time.

ROY: Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave.

ROY: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.

GAFF: It's too bad she won't live! But then again, who does?

WILLIAM WALLACE: Before we let you leave, your commander must cross that field, present himself before this army, put his head between his legs, and kiss his own arse.

STEPHEN: Him? That can't be William Wallace. I'm prettier than this man. Alright Father, I'll ask him. If I risk my neck for you, will I get a chance to kill Englishmen?
HAMISH: Is your father a ghost, or do you converse with the Almighty?
STEPHEN: In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to converse with the Almighty. Yes, Father. The Almighty says don't change the subject; just answer the fucking question.

STEPHEN: I'm the most wanted man on my island! But I'm not on my island.
HAMISH: "Your" island? You mean Ireland.
STEPHEN: Yeah. It's MINE.

LONGSHANKS: Not the archers. My scouts tell me their archers are miles away and no threat to us. Arrows cost money. Use up the Irish. Their dead cost nothing.

WILLIAM WALLACE: Lower your flags and march straight back to England, stopping at every home to beg forgiveness for a hundred years of theft, rape, and murder. Do this and your men shall live. Do it not, and every one of you will die today.

WILLIAM WALLACE: Go back to England and tell them there that Scotland's daughters and sons are yours no more. Tell them Scotland is free.

LONGSHANKS: The trouble with Scotland is that it's full of Scots.

STEPHEN: The Almighty thinks he can get me out of this, but he's pretty sure you're fucked.

WILLIAM WALLACE: Ay, fight and you may die, run and you'll live. At least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom!

WILLIAM WALLACE: Every man dies, not every man really lives.

PRINCESS ISABELLE: The king will be dead in a month and his son is a weakling. Who do you think is going to rule this kingdom?

ROBERT THE BRUCE: You have bled with Wallace, now bleed with me.