Brom: That's the spirit - one part brave, three parts fool.
Brom: [narrating] There was a time when the fierce and beautiful land of Alagaësia was ruled by men astride mighty dragons. To protect and serve was their mission, and for thousands of years, the people prospered. But the Riders grew arrogant, and began to fight among themselves for power. Sensing their weakness, a young Rider named Galbatorix betrayed them, and in a single bloody battle, believed he had killed them all, Riders and dragons alike. Since then, our land has been ruled by Galbatorix. He crushed all rebellion, including the freedom fighters known as the Varden. Those that survived fled to the mountains. There, they hoped for a miracle that might even their odds against the king. Our story begins one night, as Arya, an ally of the Varden, rides for her life, carrying a stone stolen from the king himself.
Brom: I always say, better ask forgiveness than permission.
Saphira: What you did was foolish... but I'm glad you did it.
Eragon: Saphira, didn't an old magician once tell us one part brave, three parts fool?
Saphira: Brom would be proud of you.
Brom: A Rider can live on if his dragon is killed. But if he is killed...
Saphira: [solemnly] So is his dragon...
Eragon: What did you just do? There!
Eragon: What did you just do?
Brom: I... started a fire.
Eragon: [arguing with Saphira] I'm the rider, and I say we go!
Eragon: [leans over butcher counter] I found it hunting... hunting in the Spine.
Eragon: [suddenly] How's Arya?
Murtagh: I thought that might come up.
[tosses Eragon new clothes]
Murtagh: Get changed.
Arya: [pointing to Eragon's reflection] Because that is who Saphira chose.
Eragon: [to baby Saphira] Where's your mother? Did she abandon you too? Did she leave in a great hurry?
Brom: My story was about you, Eragon! It is your fate to be a Dragon Rider. The Varden need a Rider if they are to defeat Durza and the king.
Eragon: I didn't ask for any of this!
Brom: But you were chosen, nevertheless. A dragon will only hatch if it feels the presence of its Rider. It'll wait forever if it has to, but now it's found you. It'll serve you and only you, and that's put your life in danger.
Brom: [as the soldiers walk away with his dead hens] Take care of the little bones. Hate to see you choke.
Eragon: I need to know, Saphira. Why me?
Saphira: You choose a leader for his heart.
Eragon: But I'm not without fear.
Saphira: Without fear there cannot be courage. But when we are together, it is our enemies who should be afraid.
Eragon: And are we together, Saphira?
[draws his sword]
Eragon: AS ONE?
Saphira: [Saphira breathes fire for the first time]
Eragon: I'll take that as a yes.
[the battle starts]
Eragon: Into the sky. To live or to die!
Eragon: Don't dragons breathe fire?
Brom: She's not old enough to sustain a flame.
Saphira: Lucky for you.
Eragon: Where's Saphira?
Murtagh: Some friends just can't be replaced.
[pauses as Saphirz flys in]
Murtagh: But luckily, some don't have to be.
Ajihad: Which one of you is the Rider?
Eragon: I am. My name is Eragon.
Ajihad: I am Ajihad, leader of the Varden. If you are the Rider, call your beast inside.
Arya: Tell me your name.
Arya: Eragon... I'm Arya, princess of Ellesmera. You're the only one who can save me.
Eragon: But how can I find you?
Arya: Durza holds me prisoner in Gil'ead.
Brom: The thing is the word. Know the word, and you control the thing.
Uncle Garrow: [to Eragon] Your mother was in a great hurry when she left you here.
Ajihad: Which one of you is the Rider?
Eragon: [steps forward] I am. My name is Eragon.
Ajihad: I am Ajihad, leader of the Varden. If you are the Rider, then call your beast inside.
Eragon: [turns to the cave opening; talking to Saphira] Saphira, it's safe. Bring Arya, and be careful.
Durza: It is said that as a Rider takes his last breath, he can hear the dying screams of his dragon.
Arya: Legends of Eragon, the great Shadeslayer, spread throughout Alagaesia.
Eragon: You know how legends go; people will believe anything these days.
Saphira: Eragon, Let him die with pride... As a Dragon Rider.
Durza: [after killing the Urgal leader for failing to bring Eragon to him] Congratulations, you've just been promoted!
Eragon: Stand up!
Murtagh: [laughs] All my life I've dreamed of dragons.
Eragon: Who are you, and why are you following us?
Murtagh: I'm Murtagh, and you need me, Dragon Rider.
Eragon: Thanks, but we're fine without you.
Murtagh: You seek the Varden? I know the mountains, every valley and stream.
[points to Arya, who is on the ground]
Murtagh: She will suffer if you go astray.
Eragon: [suspicious] Why would you risk your life for us?
Murtagh: My family was slaughtered by the king's men when I was a boy. I heard rumors, they said a Rider had appeared. If there were ever a time for retribution, this was it.
Eragon: If you can show me the quickest way to the Varden.
Murtagh: Then to the Varden it is.
Murtagh: [walks forward a few steps, then stops and turns to Eragon] You'll learn to trust me, Dragon Rider.
Eragon: I'm not the only one you need to convince.
Eragon: Why can't we take them?
Brom: Quiet! You're not ready to take anything yet.
Eragon: I have skills! I can fight. My cousin Roran and I, we've trained, with swords!
Brom: Well, then, perhaps I've underestimated you. Right then, let's see these skills of yours.
Eragon: This won't be fair to you, old man.
Brom: Humor me.
[Brom hits Eragon down immediately]
Brom: Oh dear, I see the effect of your training.
[shouting out instructions as Eragon improves]
Brom: Good, good! Don't get overconfident! It won't be your cousin Roran you're fighting, and it won't be with wooden staves, either.
Durza: I expected you to be more... more... well, more.
Uncle Garrow: Your day will come too, Eragon, and you will decide for yourself the kind of life you wish to lead.
Angela: Do you wish Angela to read your fortune?
Eragon: I don't have any money.
Angela: Did Angela ask for money?
Arya: Poor Durza, how will he tell the king? You failed.
Eragon: We've come to join you.
Ajihad: Seize him.
Eragon: [lunges forward. Saphira roars] NO! He's with me. He saved my life.
Ajihad: [points to Murtagh accusingly] He is the son of Morzan, the traitor.
Eragon: [turns to Murtagh] Is it true?
Murtagh: A son doesn't choose his father.
[pulls up tunic to reveal large, ropy scar]
Murtagh: This was the only thing he ever gave me. I hated that man until the day he died.
Ajihad: Lock him up. If he tries to escape, kill him.
Saphira: I can't breathe fire yet, but... I can do this for Brom.
Saphira: But what horse was ever born that could out-run a dragon?
Roran: I'm leaving.
Roran: I'm old enough to be recruited now. Before the soldiers come looking for me.
Eragon: [pause] But what about - ?
Roran: He knows. I've already told him.
Eragon: [despairingly] Where will you go?
Roran: I don't know. All I know is that I'm going.
Brom: I hardly think a boy of 15, 16...
Brom: Seventeen, forgive me. But I hardly think a boy of SEVENTEEN could handle it.
Murtagh: [Eragon saves Murtagh's life] I guess we're even!
Eragon: You can hear my thoughts!
Saphira: I've waited 1000 years to hear your thoughts. and now you can hear mine. I am Saphira. And you are my Rider.
Durza: My king, Galbatorix. As you feared, the dragon has hatched, but to a mere farm boy.
King Galbatorix: To whom is not the issue. When the Varden learn that the legend is real, they will be encouraged to challenge me. And I am not interested in being challenged.
Durza: There is no one left for you to fear, my king.
King Galbatorix: [Looking at map] Beyond these borders are remnants of the resistance. Dwarves, Elves, the Varden. I can't let them have hope. Do not let them reach the Varden
Durza: I will find the boy, and kill him before he becomes a man.
Arya: Eragon! You shouldn't have come.
Eragon: But in the woods...
Arya: Leave me here! Go, now!
Durza: It's far too late for that.
Durza: Forgive me if I stare, I knew you were young, but even then I was expecting someone a little more, well, more.
[Eragon charges at Durza, only to have him disappear and then reappear down the hall. Durza uses magic to make weapons and rocks fly forward to hit Eragon]
Durza: A young magician, how quaint.
Roran: Work on that aim. You may make a hunter, yet.
[embraces Eragon sadly]
Eragon: [frightened] Please, put me down NOW!
Saphira: You're giving me no choice!
[drops Eragon on hay bales]
Sergeant: Now where did a fool like you find such an appetizing string of jewels?
Brom: Interesting you should ask.
Sergeant: [Unsheathing sword and pointing it at Brom's throat] Is that right?
Brom: I was walking up the lane the other day admiring them sitting on the branch. Clap o' thunder, they fell off, dead at me feet. So I thought, 'oh, well can't leave them there. Someone might trip.' So I hung 'em up there ou' of the way.
Sergeant: You know what I think?
Brom: What's that?
Sergeant: I think your a theif.
Brom: [Looking hurt] Ooh.
Sergeant: A poacher.
Brom: Oh ,no
Sergeant: I confiscate them all in the name of the king!
[Kicks out bucket Brom is sitting on]
Eragon: [after Murtagh saves his life for the second time] Thanks... again!
Eragon: Who are you and why are you following us?
Murtagh: I'm Murtagh and you need me, Dragon Rider.
Eragon: When will I see you again?
Arya: Time moves quickly. Just think; yesterday you were a farm boy. Today you are a hero. Tomorrow may see us together again.
Eragon: Then I'll be waiting for tomorrow.