Mr. Lundie: Two hundred years ago, the highlands of Scotland were plagued with witches, wicked sorcerers that were taking the Scottish people away from the teachings of God and putting the Devil into their souls. They were indeed horrible destructive women. I dinna suppose you have such women in your country?
Tommy Albright: Witches?
Jeff Douglas: Oh we have 'em. We pronounce it differently.
Jeff Douglas: Frank, put it on the bill.
Bartender: The bill, sir, is very high.
Jeff Douglas: So am I!
Meg Brockie: I'm highly attracted to you. Why, when I look at you I feel wee tadpoles jumping in my spine.
Jeff Douglas: That's about as repulsive an idea as I've heard in years!
Andrew Campbell: You'll never find peace by hating, lad. It only shuts ye off more from the world. And this town is only a cursed place, if ye make it so. To the rest of us, 'tis a blessed place!
[In a crowded bar]
Tommy Albright: It's hot in here.
Jeff Douglas: It's not the heat, it's the humanity.
Jeff Douglas: There's nothing a woman hates more than her fiancee's best friend. He knows all the secrets she's going to spend the rest of her life trying to find out.
Mr. Lundie: It's the hardest thing in the world to give everything. Though it's usually the only way to get everything.
Jeff Douglas: Well, most of my friends who have inferiority complexes are absolutely right. They're *not* as good as everybody else!
Jeff Douglas: Why are you getting so worked up? If it makes 'em happy to disregard 200 years of human bing-bang, let 'em.
Jeff Douglas: If there's *anything* I hate... it's *you*!
Mr. Lundie: What happened in Brigadoon was a miracle, and most folks dinna believe in miracles. Miracles require faith, and faith seems to be as dead as...
Jeff Douglas: Mr. Forsythe?
Mr. Lundie: [glances at him] Aye.
Tommy Albright: Let me ask you something... suppose someone in Brigadoon got fed up and wanted to leave? What then?
Mr. Lundie: Och, he canna leave!
Jeff Douglas: You mean *I've* got to stay here now?
Tommy Albright: Look... I'm not saying I believe all this, but just for argument's sake... suppose... suppose a stranger like... well, like... like me... came to Brigadoon and wanted to stay. Could he?
Mr. Lundie: [gives him a long look, then smiles] Aye, he could. Mr. Forsythe provided for that.
Jeff Douglas: He didn't miss a trick, did he?
Mr. Lundie: [laughing] No, lad, he didna! No, a stranger could stay if he loved someone here... not Brigadoon itself, mind, but someone *in* Brigadoon... enough to be willing to give up everything to stay near that person... which is only right because after all, lad... if you love someone deeply enough, anything is possible.
Fiona Campbell: Aye. Anything is possible.
Tommy Albright: Mr. Lundie, are you all perfectly happy living here in this little town?
Mr. Lundie: Why, of course, lad. After all, sunshine can peep through a wee hole.
Mr. Lundie: [last lines; Tommy's love has re-awakened Brigadoon] Tommy lad, you! My, my! You must really love her. You woke me up.
[He gestures to Tommy]
Mr. Lundie: Come, lad.
[Tommy slowly crosses the bridge to Mr. Lundie, then looks about him, confused]
Mr. Lundie: You shouldna be too surprised. I told ye... if you love someone deeply enough, anything is possible.
[Tommy stares down the road towards Brigadoon]
Mr. Lundie: Even... *miracles*?
Jeff Douglas: Can you think of one good reason why I, a strange man, should be interested in proposing to you, a mighty strange woman and at this hour of the day?
Meg Brockie: Because you're a lad and I'm a lass!
Jeff Douglas: Well, with that philosophy you must have had a provocative career!
Tommy Albright: [miserable] Why do people have to lose things to find out what they *really* mean?
Jeff Douglas: You're confused, aren't you boy? If you believed as much as you *thought* you believed, you *wouldn't* be confused.
[Tommy is concerned about Jeff's drinking]
Tommy Albright: You told me you were going to ease up.
Jeff Douglas: Yeah I know, but I'm a terrible *liar*.
Charlie Chisholm Dalrymple: And may God bless me this evening as much as I would bless Him if I were He and He were Charles Dalrymple.
Mr. Lundie: [referring to Fiona] She's a dear lass.
Tommy Albright: I'm just beginning to find that out.
Harry Beaton: [He's being restrained after attacking Jean at the wedding] All that I've done was to want ye too much.
Harry Beaton: I'm leaving Brigadoon! 'Tis the end of all of us! The miracle is over!
[He rushes away]
Tommy Albright: Fine couple of game hunters we are. We come here from New York, and the first night out, we get lost.
Jeff Douglas: Maybe we took the high road instead of the low road.
Fiona Campbell: Good day.
Tommy Albright: Good day.
Fiona Campbell: Good day.
Tommy Albright: Good day.
Jeff Douglas: Good day.
Jeff Douglas: Like a drink?
Tommy Albright: No, thanks.
Jeff Douglas: Good. That leaves more for me.
Fiona Campbell: [singing] There's a laddie weary, And wanderin' free, Who's waitin' For his dearie, Me...
Jeff Douglas: What did you give 'em? A hunk of uranium?
Tommy Albright: No, just a shilling. What a loony layout this is.
Charlie Chisholm Dalrymple: [singing] Hello to married men I've known, I'll soon have a wife and leave yours alone, A bonnie wife indeed...
Charlie Chisholm Dalrymple: This is my weddin' day, laddie. You're my invited guests. Help yourselves. Bread, scones, ginger cakes. Oh, but first, a bit o' heather ale.
Charlie Chisholm Dalrymple: [singing] I used to be a rovin' lad, A rovin' and wanderin' life I had...
Ann: Oh, you're a braw and handsome lad, Mr. Douglas.
Jeff Douglas: You should see me when I'm rested. I'm almost robust.
Ann: Do you have a wife?
Jeff Douglas: I never touch the stuff. I don't believe in marriage. I've seen too many happy love affairs broken up by it.
Ann: We do not have enough lads in Brigadoon.
Jeff Douglas: Enough for everybody else, or enough for you?
Jeff Douglas: Thank you very much. You've been more than kind. Now, if you want to round out your generosity, buzz off.
Tommy Albright: [singing] The mist of May is in the gloamin', And all the clouds are holdin' still, So take my hand and let's go roamin', Through the heather on the hill...
Ann: This is where I come all day and tend my flock.
Jeff Douglas: When I say it sounds fascinating, I want you to believe me.
Ann: I should not think a long walk would fatigue a young lad like ye.
Jeff Douglas: A young lad?
Ann: Aye, you're very young.
Jeff Douglas: That's either a deliberate lie or wishful thinking. I am ancient, decrepit and disintegrating rapidly.
Ann: I just hate to leave ya.
Jeff Douglas: You better. When I sleep, I make all sorts of odd noises.
Ann: Who told ya? Ya do not have a wife.
Jeff Douglas: I was engaged once.
Ann: All you men are all alike.
Jeff Douglas: I should certainly hope so.
Ann: You're all brutes! Ya get what ya want from a lass an' then 'tis farewell!
Ann: But do ya not see? I'm highly attracted to ya. Why, why, when I look at ya, I feel wee tadpoles jumpin' in my spine.
Tommy Albright: [singing] What a day this has been, What a rare mood I'm in, Why it's almost like bein' in love, There's a smile on my face, For the whole human race, Why, it's almost like bein' in love...
Jeff Douglas: What am I supposed to feel in a voodoo joint like this? Dream stuff, boy, all made up out of broomsticks and wishing wells. It's that or a boot camp for lunatics. I don't know what goes on around here. All I know is that whatever it is, it's got nothing to do with me or you.
Jeff Douglas: You didn't have to come all the way over here just to say that. You could've told me on the phone back in New York for a dime.
Mr. Lundie: Oh, there must be an awful lot of folk out there searchin' for a Brigadoon.
Jeff Douglas: It's so much like a dream now that I have to work hard to convince myself it happened at all.
Tommy Albright: Sometimes the things you believe in become more real to you than all the things you can explain away or understand.
Jeff Douglas: The whole day probably never even happened. Because, you see, this is a fairy tale.
Fiona Campbell: I'll be less lonely now. Real loneliness is not bein' in love in vain, but, not bein' in love at all.