Adam Pierson: Remember, Highlander. Live, grow stronger, fight another day.
Duncan Macleod: I just didn't think you existed.
Methos: Well, it's good to be a myth.
Duncan Macleod: Yeah, no one hunts for a myth. Or a Watcher.
Methos: What better place to hide? I'm in charge of finding myself and I make sure it never happens. Even got a few entries on you in my journal.
Duncan Macleod: You keep a diary?
Methos: I've been keeping it almost since writing began.
Duncan Macleod: That would make a hell of a read.
Methos: You could say that. How may people have stood on the same stage with Julius Caesar and the Rolling Stones?
Duncan Macleod: When was the last time you faced anyone?
Methos: Ooh, uh. What are we?
[checks his watch]
Methos: Sixth of March. Uhh... two hundred years.
Duncan Macleod: Oh, that's good.
Methos: I may be a bit rusty, but I'm still here.
Duncan Macleod: Well, let's keep it that way.