Malcolm: I know. I know you can fight. But it's out wits that make us
men. See you tomorrow.
Dead Malcolm: Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow her.
Argyle: Saying goodbye in their own way. Playing outlawed tunes on outlawed
pipes. It was the same for me and your daddy, when our father was killed
Argyle: First, learn to use this (mind), then I'll teach you to use this
(sword).
Longshanks: Are they? Are they? The trouble with Scotland is that it's
full of Scots.
William: You dropped your rock. Hamish: Test of manhood. William: You
win.
William: Well, a test of a soldier is not in his arm, it's here (mind).
Hamish: I should have remembered the rocks.
William: Oh, it's good Scottish weather, madam. The rain is fallin' straight
down, well slightly to the side like.
Murron: Do that standing on your head and I'll be impressed. William:
My kilt may fly up but I'll try.
William: I know who my father was. I came back home to raise crops, and
God willing a family. If I can live in peace, I will.
Magistrate: Now, let this scrapper come to me.
English Lord: I have dispatched 100 soldiers to Lanark. They will be returning
now.
William: Were they dressed like this? Actually, it was more like 50. Make
it quick.
William: I am William Wallace, and the rest of you will be spared. Go
back to England, and tell them there that Scotland's daughters and her
sons are yours no more. Tell them Scotland is free. Burn it.
Isabella: (in French) How do you know this?
Nicolette: (in French) Last night I slept with a member of the War Council.
Isabella: (in French) He shouldn't be telling secrets in bed.
Nicolette: (in French) Englishmen don't know what a tongue is for.
Hamish: Some men are longer than others. Campbell: Your mother's been
telling stories about me again, ah?
Stephen: (laughs) 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?
Stephen: In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to
God. Yes, Father. The Almighty says don't change the subject; just answer
the fooking question.
Stephen: Excellent. Stephen is my name. I'm the most wanted man on my
island, except I'm not on my island, of coarse. Mores the pity.
William: I give homage to Scotland. And if this is your army, why does
it go?
Hamish: Where are you going? William: I'm going to pick a fight.
William: From his king? Absolutely. Here are Scotland's terms. Lower your
flags, and march straight back to England, stopping at every home to beg
forgiveness for 100 years of theft, rape, and murder. Do that and your
men shall live. Do it not, and every one of you will die today.
Cheltham: You are outmatched. You have no heavy cavalry. In two centuries
no army has won without–.
William: I'm not finished. 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 ass.
Robert the Bruce: I knight thee Sir William Wallace. Sir William, in the
name of God we declare and appoint thee guardian and high protector of
Scotland and thy Captains as aides-de-camp. Stand and be recognized.
Robert: Wait! I respect what you said, but remember that these men have
lands and castles. It's much to risk.
William: And the common man who bleeds on the battlefield, does he risk
less?
William: We all end up dead; it's just a question of how and why.
William: Now tell me, what does that mean to be noble? Your title gives
you claim to the thrown of our country, but men don't follow titles, they
follow courage. Now our people know you. Noble, and common, they respect
you. And if you would just lead them to freedom, they'd follow you. And
so would I.
Longshanks: I shall offer a truce and pie him off. But who will go to
him? Not I, huh, if I fell under the sword of that murderer that might
be my head in a basket. And not my gentle son. The mere sight of him would
only encourage the enemy to take over the whole country. So who do I send?
Whom do I send?
William: I have been given nothing. God makes men what they are.
Hamilton: (in Latin) He is a bloody murdering savage. And he's telling
lies.
William: (in Latin) I never lie. But I am a savage. (in French) Or in
French if you prefer. (in English) You ask your king to his face, ask
him, and see if his eyes can convince you of the truth.
William: A lordship and titles. Gold. That I should become Judas?
Isabella: Peace is made in such ways.
William: Slaves are made in such ways.
William: And if you are Scotsmen, I am ashamed to call myself one.
Hamish: I ain't leaving him aside. What about the others? The scheming
bastards couldn't agree on the color of shit. It's a trap, are you blind?
William: If I swear to him, then all that I am is dead already.
William: Every man dies, not every man really lives.
Isabella: You see, death comes to us all. But before it comes to you,
know this. Your plot dies with you. A child who is not of your line grows
in my belly. Your son will not sit long on the thrown, I swear it.
Robert the Bruce : „You bled with wallace, now bleed with me.”
William: FREEEEE-DOMMMMMM!
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