Braveheart

Braveheart quotes

65 total quotes (ID: 94)

Argyle Wallace
King Edward Longshanks
Multiple Characters
Robert the Bruce
Stephen


Nicolette: L'Ecosse est à feu et à sang. Votre mari se pr?pare en cachette à envoyer une arm?e dans le Nord. (Scotland is in chaos. Your husband is secretly sending an army north)
Isabelle: Comment tu le sais? (How do you know this?)
Nicolette: La nuit dernière j'ai couch? avec quelqu'un du conseil de guerre. (Last night I slept with a member of the War Council)
Isabelle: Mais il n'?tait pas sens? te faire de confidences sur l'oreiller. (He shouldn't be telling secrets in bed)
Nicolette: Et oui. Les anglais ne savent pas à quoi sert une langue. (Ah, yes. Englishmen don't know what a tongue is for)
Isabella: Ah. Cet Ecossais r?volt?, ce Wallace. Il se bat pour venger une femme? (Ah. This Scottish rebel, Wallace. He fights to avenge a woman?)
Nicolette: Ah j'oubliais. Un magistrat qui voulais le capturer d?couvrit qu'il avait un amour secret. Il ?gorgea la fille afin de pousser Wallace à la r?volte. Wallace se r?volta. Ses ennemies reconnurent sa passion pour son amour perdu. Ils organiserent de saisir Wallace en profanant les s?pultures et de son père et de son frère, et ensuite en s'embusquant à la tombe de sa femme. Mais il s'en ai sorti en guerroyant l'arme au poing. Et cacha le cadavre de sa bien-aim? dans un endroit secret. Ça c'est l'amour non? (I nearly forgot. A magistrate wished to capture him, and found he had a secret lover. So he cut the girl's throat to tempt Wallace to fight, and fight he did. Knowing his passion for his lost love, they next plotted to take him by desecrating the graves of his father and brother, and setting an ambush at the grave of his love. He fought his way through the trap and carried her body to a secret place. Now that's love, no?)
Isabella: De l'amour? J'en sais rien. (Love? I wouldn't know)


Prince Edward: You brought back the money, of course.
Isabelle: No, I gave it to ease the suffering of the children of this war.
Longshanks: Ha! That's what happens when you send a woman.
Isabelle: Forgive me, sire. I thought that generosity might demonstrate your greatness to those you mean to rule.
Longshanks: My greatness will be better demonstrated when Wallace returns to Scotland and finds his country in ashes.

Robert Bruce, Sr.: I'm the one who's rotting, but I think your face looks graver than mine. Son, we must have alliance with England to prevail here. You achieved that. You saved your family, increased your land. In time, you will have all the power in Scotland.
Robert the Bruce: Lands, titles, men, power... nothing.
Robert Bruce, Sr.: Nothing?
Robert the Bruce: I have nothing. Men fight for me because if they do not, I throw them off my land and I starve their wives and children. Those men who bled the ground red at Falkirk fought for William Wallace. He fights for something that I never had. And I took it from him, when I betrayed him. I saw it in his face on the battlefield and it's tearing me apart.
Robert Bruce, Sr.: All men betray. All lose heart.
Robert the Bruce: I DON'T WANT TO LOSE HEART!!!. I want to believe as he does. I will never be on the wrong side again.

Robert the Bruce: [after William is betrayed] Father! You. Rotting. Bastard. Why? Why?
Robert Bruce, Sr.: Longshanks required Wallace. So did our nobles. That was the price of your crown.
Robert the Bruce: Die! I want you to die.
Robert Bruce, Sr.: Soon enough I'll be dead. And you'll be king.
Robert the Bruce: I don't want anything from you. You're not a man, and you're not my father.
Robert Bruce, Sr.: You are my son, and you have always known my mind.
Robert the Bruce: You deceived me.
Robert Bruce, Sr.: You let yourself be deceived. In your heart, you always knew what had to happen here. At last, you know what it means to hate. Now you're ready to be a king.
Robert the Bruce: My hate will die ... with you.

Robert the Bruce: A rebellion has begun.
Robert Bruce, Sr.: Under whom?
Robert the Bruce: A commoner named William Wallace.
Robert Bruce Sr.: We will embrace this rebellion. You will support it from our lands in the north. I will gain English favor by condemning it, and ordering it opposed from our lands in the south. Sit down. Stay a while.
Robert the Bruce: This Wallace, he doesn't even have a knighthood, but he fights with passion and he inspires.
Robert Bruce, Sr.: And you wish to charge off and fight as he did. So would I.
Robert the Bruce: Well, maybe it's time.
Robert Bruce, Sr.: It is time to survive. You're the 17th Robert Bruce. The 16 before you passed you land and title because they didn't charge in. Call a meeting of the nobles.
Robert the Bruce: But they do nothing but talk.
Robert Bruce, Sr.: Rightly so. They're as rich in English titles and lands as they are in Scottish, just as we are. Admire this man, this William Wallace. Uncompromising men are easy to admire. He has courage, so does a dog. But it is exactly the ability to compromise that makes a man noble. And understand this: Edward Longshanks is the most ruthless king ever to sit in the thrown of England. And none of us, and nothing of Scotland will remain, unless we are as ruthless. Give in to our nobles. Knowing their minds is the key to the throne.

Robert the Bruce: 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?
Robert the Bruce: No, but from top to bottom this country has no sense of itself. Its nobles share allegiance with England. Its clans war with each other. If you make enemies on both sides of the border, you'll end up dead.
William: We all end up dead; it's just a question of how and why.
Robert the Bruce: I'm not a coward. I want what you want, but we need the nobles.
William: We need them?
Robert the Bruce: Aye.
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.

Royal Magistrate: It can all end, right now. Peace. Bliss. Just say it. Cry out mercy.
Crowd: Mercy...mercy!
Royal Magistrate: Cry out. Just say it. Mercy.
Hamish: Mercy lad, mercy.
Stephen: Jesus, mercy.
Royal Magistrate: The prisoner wishes to say a word.
William: FREEEEE-DOMMMMMM!!!!!

Stephen: [laughs, speaking heavenward] Him? That can't be William Wallace. I'm prettier than this man. All right Father, I'll ask him. [To William] 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 talk to God. [Heavenward] Yes, Father. [To William and Hamish] The Almighty says don't change the subject, just answer the ****ing question.
Hamish: Mind your tongue.
Campbell: Insane Irish.
[Stephen pulls a sharpened stag's horn and holds it to the throat of Campbell]
Stephen: Smart enough to get a dagger past your guards, old man.
William: That's my friend, Irishman. And the answer your question is yes - if you fight for me, you get to kill the English.
Stephen: Excellent! Stephen is my name. I'm the most wanted man on my island. Except I'm not on my island of course. More's the pity.
Hamish: Your island? You mean Ireland.
Stephen: Yeah. It's mine.
Hamish: You're a madman.
Stephen: [laughs] I've come to the right place then.

Stephen: The Almighty says this must be a fashionable fight. It's drawn the finest people.
Lochlan: Where is thy salute?
William: For presenting yourselves on this battlefield, I give you thanks.
Lochlan: This is our army. To join it you give homage.
William: I give homage to Scotland. And if this is your army, why does it go?
Soldier 1: We didn't come here to fight for them.
Soldier 2: Home! The English are too many!
William: Sons of Scotland! I am William Wallace.
Soldier 2: William Wallace is seven feet tall!
William: Yes, I've heard. Kills men by the hundreds. And if HE were here, he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his arse.
[Scottish army laughs]
William: I AM William Wallace! And I see a whole army of my country men, here, in defiance of tyranny. You've come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight?
Soldier 1: Against that? No, we'll run, and we'll live.
William: Aye, 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 willin' 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: Why do you help me?
Princess Isabelle: Because of the way you are looking at me now.

William: Are you in the habit of riding off in the rain with strangers?
Murron: It was the best way to make you leave.
William: Well, if I can ever work up the courage to ask you again, I'll send you a written warning first.
Murron: 'O it wouldn't do you much good. I can't read.
William: Can you not?
Murron: No.
William: Well that's something we shall have to remedy, isn't it?
Murron: You're going to teach me to read, then?
William: Aye, if you like.
Murron: Aye.
William: In what language?
Murron: Are you showing off now?
William: That's right. Are you impressed yet?
Murron: No. Why, should I be?
William: [in French] Yes. Because every single day I thought about you.
Murron: Do that standing on your head and I'll be impressed.
William: My kilt may fly up but I'll try.
Murron: You certainly didn't learn any manners on your travels.
William: I'm afraid the Romans have far worse manners than I.
Murron: You've been to Rome?
William: Aye, Uncle Argyle took me on a pilgrimage.
Murron: What was it like?
William: [in French] Not nearly as beautiful as you.
Murron: What does that mean?
William: Beautiful. But I belong here.

William: I said I have an offer for you.
Lochlan: You disrespect a banner of truce?
William: From his king? Absolutely. Here are Scotland's terms. Lower your flags, and march straight back to England, stopping at every home you pass by 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: (laughing) 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 arse.
[Cheltham rides off]
Mornay: I'd say that was rather less cordial that he was used to.

William: Of course, running a farm is a lot of work, but that will all change when my sons arrive.
Murron: So, you've got children?
William: Not yet, but I was hoping you could help me with that.
Murron: So, you want me to marry you then?
William: Well, that's a bit sudden, but alright.
Murron : Is that what you call a proposal?
William: I love you, always have. I want to marry you.
[she kisses him]
William: Is that a yes?
Murron: Aye, that's a yes.

William: Sir, I know it was strange of me to invite Murron to ride last night, but I assure you I--
Campbell: MacClannough's daughter is another matter. I've come to fetch you to a meeting.
William: What kind of meeting?
Campbell: The secret kind.
MacClannough: Your meetings are a waste of time, Campbell.
Campbell: Your father was a fighter, and a patriot.
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.
MacClannough: You say you want to stay out of the troubles?
William: Aye.
MacClannough: If you can prove it, you may court my daughter. Until you prove it, my answer is no.
William: No?
MacClannough: No Wallace, no.
William: Didn't I just prove it?
MacClannough: No.

William: We'll make spears. Hundreds of them, long spears. Twice as long as a man.
Hamish: That long?
William: Aye.
Hamish: Some men are longer than others.
Campbell: Your mother been telling you stories about me again, eh?