Craig: With such a force of raid against us, it is time to discuss other options.
William: Other options? Don't you wish at least to lead your men onto the field and barter a better deal with Longshanks before you tuck tail and run?
Robert the Bruce: Sir William -
Craig: We can not defeat this army.
William: We can!
Robert: Sir William -
William: And we will! We won at Stirling, and still you quibble. We won at York and you would not support us. If you will not stand up with us now then I say you're a coward. And if you are Scotsmen, I am ashamed to call myself one.
Robert: Please, Sir William, I must speak with you alone... I beg you. Now you've achieved more than anyone ever dreamed, but fighting these odds it looks like rage, not courage.
William: It's well beyond rage. Help me. In the name of Christ help yourselves. Now is our chance, now. If we join, we can win. If we win, well then we'll have what none of us have ever had before: a country of our own. You are the rightful leader, and there is strength in you. I see it. Unite us. Unite us. Unite the clans.

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.

Who is this person that speaks to me as though I needed his advice?

Craig: Sir William, where are you going?
William: We have beaten the English, but they'll come back because you won't stand together.
Craig: Well what will you do?
William: I will invade England and defeat the English on their own ground.
Craig: Invade? That's impossible.
William: Why? Why is that impossible? You're so concerned with squabbling for the scraps from Longshank's table that you've missed your God given right to something better. There is a difference between us. You think the people of this country exist to provide you with possession. I think your possession exists to provide those people with freedom. And I go to make sure that they have it.

Longshanks: Who is this who speaks to me as though I needed his advice?
Prince Edward: I have named Phillip my high councilor.
Longshanks: Are you qualified?
Phillip: I am well skilled in the arts of war and military tactics, sire.
Longshanks: Really? [leads Phillip toward a window] What advice would you give on the present...situation?
[Longshanks pushes Phillip out the window on the word "situation", he falls to his death]

Isabelle: I understand you have recently been given the rank of knight.
William: I have been given nothing. God makes men what they are.
Isabelle: Did God make you the sacker of peaceful cities, the executioner of the king's nephew, my husband's own cousin?
William: York was the staging point for every invasion of my country. And that royal cousin hanged innocent Scots, even women and children, from the city walls. Oh, Longshanks did far worse the last time he took a Scottish city.
Hamilton: [to Isabelle] Sanguinarius homo indomitus est, et se dite cum mendacium. (He is a bloodthirsty savage, and he is telling lies.)
William: Ego nunquam pronunciari mendacium! Sed ego sum homo indomitus. (I never lie! But I am a savage.) [to Princess] Ou en français, si vous pr?f?rez? (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.

If we can't drive them out, we will breed them out.

Longshanks: His legend grows. It will be worse than before.
Hamilton: He rallies new volunteers in every Scottish town. And when he replenishes his numbers, --
Longshanks: They're sheep, mere sheep. Easily dispersed if we strike the shepherd. Very well. Take a flock of your finest assassins and set a meeting.
Hamilton: My lord, Wallace is renowned for his ability to smell an ambush.
Longshanks: If what Lord Hamilton tells me is correct, he warmed to our future queen and would trust her. So we'll dispatch her with the notion that she comes in peace.
Hamilton: My Lord, the princess might be taken hostage, or her life be put in jeopardy.
Longshanks: My son would be most distressed by that. But if she were to be killed, we would soon find the King of France a useful ally against the Scots. [to Prince Edward] You see, as king, you must find the good in any situation.

Malcolm Wallace: Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it.

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.

Uncle Argyle: William, I am your uncle, Argyle. You have the look of your mother.

Hamish: '[about the nobles] The scheming bastards couldn't agree on the color of shit. It's a trap, are you blind?
William: We've got to try. We can't do this alone. Joining the nobles is the only hope for our people. You know what happens if we don't take that chance?
Hamish: What?
William: Nothing.
Hamish: I don't want to be a martyr.
William: Nor I. I want to live. I want a home, and children, and peace.
Hamish: Do you?
William: Aye, I do. I've asked God for these things. It's all for nothing if you don't have freedom.
Hamish: That's all a dream, William.
William: A dream? Just a dream? What we've been doing all this time; we've lived that dream.
Hamish: You dream isn't about freedom. It's about Murron. You're doing this to be a hero because you think she sees you.
William: I don't think she sees me. I know she does. And your father sees you, too.

English Commander: I hope you washed your ass this morning, it's about to be kissed by a king.

Bring me Wallace. Alive if possible, dead... just as good.

The problem with Scotland, is that it is full of Scots.