Don't lose your temper. If your head comes away from your neck, it's over.
Connor MacLeod
Christopher Lambert · 14 quotes
Ramirez
Sean Connery · 8 quotes
The Kurgan
Clancy Brown · 4 quotes
Juan Sanchez Villalobos Ramírez
1 quote
Most scenes together: Ramirez & Connor MacLeod (2)
Highlander quotes
Page 1 of 2Hey, it's a kind of magic.
When only a few of us are left, we will feel an irresistible pull towards a far away land, to fight for The Prize.
You cannot die, MacLeod. Accept it!
Kastagir It seems like a hundred years.
It's been a hundred years.
You cannot win, Ramírez. I am the strongest.
My cut has improved your voice!
Rachel Would you listen to me for one moment please? You can't hide your feelings from me. I've known you too long.
What feelings?
Rachel How about loneliness?
I'm not lonely. I've got everything I need right here.
Rachel No, you don't. You refuse to let anyone love you.
Love is for poets. You're such a romantic, Rachel. You always were.
You look like a woman, you stupid haggis!
Haggis? What is haggis?
Sheep's stomach, stuffed with meat and barley.
And what do you do with it?
You eat it!
That's revolting!!
Heather My beautiful man...my husband.
I am that, my love.
Heather I've never really known...
What?
Heather Why you stayed.
Because I love you as much now as the first day we met
Heather And I love you. I don't want to die. I want to stay with you...forever.
I want that, too.
Heather Will you do something for me, Connor?
What, blossom?
Heather In the years to come, will you light a candle and remember me on my birthday?
Aye, love. I will.
Heather I wanted to have your children.
They would have been strong, and fine.
Heather Don't see me, Connor. [Heather hides her face.] Let me die in peace...where are we?
We're in the Highlands. Where else? Darting down the mountainside, the sun is shining. It's not cold. You've got your sheepskins on...[MacLeod looks to see Heather dead in his arms, having peacefully passed] ...and the boots I made for you.
[We see Connor bury Heather later that day, and then leave Heather's grave-marker.]
Good night, my bonny Heather.
Kastagir It seems like 100 years.
It's been 100 years.
Never overextend your thrust. You are vulnerable... and off balance!
[MacLeod stumbles to his knees while Ramirez places his blade on his neck. MacLeod's wife, Heather, laughs at the scene.]
Heather, please!
SS-Officer
[in German]
You should be dead!
Move!
SS-Officer
[in German]
No! First you'll have to shoot me!
[MacLeod is inside a church, possibly in the Catholic denomination, very large interior, decorated with arches and columns, stained-glass windows and candles, and an altar draped in a purple tablecloth decorated with gold embroidery. He approaches a shrine, possibly dedicated to the Virgin Mary, lights a fresh prayer candle, and places it into one of the shrine's candle holding cups. He then drops to his knees, with his hands in front of the shrine.]
[Very softly, whispering in some places, and somewhat sadly]
For you, my bonny Heather. Happy Birthday. And you, Juan Ramirez... [with a near-invisible sense of laughter in his voice, as if remembering funny memories] take care of her, you overdressed haggis.
[The Kurgan enters the church, as MecLeod is sinking into one of the pews, on his own. As he enters, he struts over to the shrine, makes the sign of the cross, puts his hands together as if in prayer, and puts out the prayer candles, including the one MacLeod has just lit. He struts down the aisle and leans over a praying MacLeod.] [Hitting MacLeod on his shoulder]
Kastagir is gone. Only you and I remain. [He sits down in the pew behind MacLeod.]
[Looks briefly at his badly-shaved head]
I am in disguise. This way, no one will recognize me.
Your head. [MacLeod scoffs.] And the Prize. Watch...
[Two nuns walk by.] [Leering out of his pew]
Happy Halloween, ladies! [He makes licking gestures with his tongue, and barks at the nuns. The nuns cross themselves, otherwise ignoring him, continuing up the aisle.] Nuns. No sense of humor.
[Examining the horrible scar on the Kurgan's neck]
Ramírez's blade did not cut deeply enough. [To the Kurgan] He was right about you. You're slime.
[Loudly]
Ramírez was an effete snob! He died on his knees. [In a bragging sort of manner] I took his head and raped his woman before his blood was even cold! [MacLeod absorbs the information, turning away. Disturbed people and choirboys start to leave. MacLeod faces the Kurgan again, angry now.] I see... Ramírez 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... [MacLeod grabs him by the collar. He looks at MacLeod's hand.] ...and secretly, she yearned for my return! [He releases himself from MacLeod's grip. He rises, bringing MacLeod up with him.] Holy ground, Highlander! Remember what Ramírez taught you.
You can't stay in here forever!
[The Kurgan sits down in the pew again.]
You are weak, Highlander. You will always be weaker than I.
[Kurgan releases himself from Connor's grip once again.]
Goodbye, MacLeod. We will meet soon enough.
Minister
[MacLeod leaves the church.] [Approaching the laughing Kurgan]
For the love of God! These people are trying to pray. You're disturbing them.
[With his hands folded behind his head, and his feet swung up on top of the pew MacLeod was sitting at]
He cares for these helpless mortals?
Priest
Of course He does. He died for our sins.
That shall be His undoing. [He rises from his seat and takes the priest's hand.] Father, forgive me. I... am a worm. [He stoops, licks the priest's hand, and squeezes it. He prepares to leave, strutting back up the aisle, fastening his jacket, and then turns around.] [Loudly] I have something to say! It's better to burn out than to fade away! [He dances out of the church, cackling.]
[Connor is in a police interrogation room, being observed by Sergeant Garfield and Detective Bedsoe. Garfield is eyeing Connor up. Connor knows this, and stares into Garfield's eyes. Garfield looks unnerved. Detective Lieutenant Moran walks in, with a mug of coffee in one hand, a sword wrapped in plastic in the other, and a red file under his arm with the sword. He sets the mug on the desk, sets everything else on the desk too, and sits down opposite Connor, who looks at him.]
Moran [Opening the folder, taking out a black-and-white photograph of a man and setting it so Connor can see it]
You ever see this guy before, Nash?
Moran [Connor briefly looks at the photograph, then shakes his head.]
His name's Vasilek, Polish national. Had his head chopped off in New Jersey two nights ago. You ever get over to New Jersey, Nash?
Not if I can help it.
Garfield You talk funny, Nash. Where're you from?
Moran You're an antique dealer, right?
Yes.
Moran Okay... [He reaches for the sword and brings it onto the table] ...what's that?
Garfield Wise up, smart-ass. [Connor shoots him a dirty look as he leans back.]
Moran It's a Toledo Salamanca broadsword, worth about a million bucks.
So?
Moran So you wanna hear a theory?
Yes.
Moran You were down that garage to buy this sword from that guy, whatshisname?
I don't know, you tell me.
Moran Okay, his is Iman Fasil. You fought about the price and cut off his head.
[Laughs briefly]
Wanna hear another theory? This Fasil was so upset about the lousy wrestling tonight, he went down to the garage and in a fit of depression, cut off his own head.
Moran [Bedsoe laughs.]
That's not funny, Walt.
Garfield You a ****, Nash?
Why, Garfield? You cruising for a piece of ass?
Garfield [Walks over to Connor]
I'll tell you what happened, Russell. You went down to the garage for a blowjob, and just didn't wanna pay for it.
[Laughs briefly]
You are sick. [Garfield punches him in the face. Connor recoils, then jumps out his chair, knocks it over, and races straight into Garfield, rugby-tackling him and driving him directly into the wall.]
Moran Hey, hey! HEY! STOP THAT!
Bedsoe What you doing?
Bedsoe [The rooms outside the interrogation room stop work, because the other civilians have seen what's happening, and are cheering.] [On Connor's right arm]
What are you, crazy?! [Connor shoves him away, with such a force that knocks him to the floor and sliding across it, to the opposite wall.]
Moran [Angrily]
BREAK IT UP! [Interposes himself between Connor and Garfield] That's enough! That's it! CUT IT OUT!
Moran Not yet.
Then we're through. [He prepares to leave the interrogation room.]
Moran Hey! We're just getting started.
[Connor leaves the interrogation room. The civilians are all cheering him, especially the ladies.]