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Stephen - the Irishman (to William Wallace, in battle): "The Lord tells me he can get ME out of this mess, but he's pretty sure -- you're f*cked." (cackles)
English Commander: "The archers are ready, sire." 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. The dead cost nothing."
William Wallace (awaiting torture and execution): "If I swear to him, (Longshanks), then all that I am, is dead already." Princess Isabelle (weeping): "You will die. It will be awful." William Wallace: "Every man dies... Not every man really lives."
Longshanks: "Archers." English Commander: "I beg pardon, sire. Wouldn't we hit our own troops?" Longshanks (glaring): "...Yes... But we'll hit theirs, as well... We have reserves. Attack!"
Longshanks: "The trouble with Scotland... is that it's full of Scots."
William Wallace: "I AM William Wallace! And I see a whole army of my countrymen, 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?" Veteran: "Fight? Against that? No! We will run. And we will live." William Wallace: "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! (Scottish army cheers) Alba gu bràth!" ["Scotland forever!"] Army: "ALBA GU BRÀTH! ALBA GU BRÀTH! ALBA GU BRÀTH!"
William Wallace (voiceover): "In the Year of our Lord 1314, patriots of Scotland -- starving and outnumbered -- charged the fields of Bannockburn. They fought like warrior poets; they fought like Scotsmen... and won their freedom."
William Wallace (to the English Commander): "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 a hundred years of theft, rape, and murder. Do that, and your men shall live. Do it not, and every one of you will die today."
Royal Magistrate (to William Wallace, being disemboweled): "It can all end, right now... Peace... lives... Just say it... cry out... Mercy... Cry out... Just say it... Mercy... (addressing the crowd) The prisoner wishes to say a word..." William Wallace: "...FREEEEDOOOOOOMMM!!!!"
Longshanks (of his newly instituted Prima Nocte on the Scots): "If we can't get them out... we'll breed them out."
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