Christopher Lambert: Connor MacLeod
[repeated line by Ramirez, The Kurgan and Connor MacLeod]
Connor MacLeod : There can be only one!
Connor MacLeod : I am Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. I was born in 1518 in the village of Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel. And I am immortal.
Connor MacLeod : I apologize for calling your wife a bloated warthog, and I bid you good day.
[to a german soldier during WWII]
Connor MacLeod : Whatever you say, Jack. You are the master race.
Kurgan : [to a pair of nuns passing by him] Happy Hallowe'en, ladies!
Kurgan : Nuns. No sense of humor.
Connor MacLeod : Ramirez's blade did not cut deeply enough. He was right about you. You're slime.
Kurgan : Ramirez was an effete snob! He died on his knees. I took his head and raped his woman before his blood was even cold.
[MacLeod looks at him in fury]
Kurgan : Ah, I see. Ramirez 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, and secretly she yearned for my return.
Kurgan : [MacLeod attempts to throttle Kurgan in a church] Holy *ground*, Highlander! Remember what Ramirez taught you.
Connor MacLeod : [Paying his respects at church] For you, my bonny Heather: Happy birthday. And you, Juan Ramirez: Take care of her, you overdressed haggis.
Connor MacLeod : I don't like boats. I don't like water. I'm a man not a fish.
Connor MacLeod : Tell me how'd it happen for God's sake.
Ramirez : Why does the sun come up? Or are the stars just pin holes in the curtain of night, who knows? What I do know is that because you were born different, men will fear you... try to drive you away like the people of your village.
[MacLeod turns his back]
Ramirez : You must learn to conceal your special gift and harness it until the time of the gathering.
Connor MacLeod : What gathering?
Ramirez : When only a few of us are left, we will feel an irresistible pull towards a far away land... to fight for the prize.
Connor MacLeod : I don't like boats, I don't like water. I'm a man, not a fish.
Ramirez : So you complain endlessly.
Connor MacLeod : You look like a woman you stupid haggis.
Ramirez : Haggis? What is haggis?
Connor MacLeod : Sheep's stomach stuffed with meat and barley
Ramirez : And what do you do with it?
Connor MacLeod : You eat it!
Ramirez : How revolting!
Connor MacLeod : Be still for God's sake! You'll tip us over.
Ramirez : So?
Connor MacLeod : I cannot swim you Spanish peacock.
Ramirez : I'm not Spanish, I'm Egyptian.
Connor MacLeod : You said you were from Spain! You're a liar!
Ramirez : You have the manners of a goat and you smell like a dung-heap. And you've no knowledge whatsoever of your potential. Now, get out!
[Throws MacLeod into the lake]
Ramirez : [after MacLeod misses him with his sword] Crude and slow clansman, your attack was no better then that of a clumsy child.
Connor MacLeod : This cannot be, it's the devil's work.
Ramirez : You cannot die, MacLeod, accept it.
Connor MacLeod : [laughs before realising Ramirez was serious] I hate you.
Ramirez : Good. That is a perfect place to start.
Rachel : Will you listen to me for one moment? You can't hide your feelings from me! I've known you too long.
Connor MacLeod : What feelings?
Rachel : How about loneliness?
Connor MacLeod : I'm not lonely. I've got everything I need right here.
Rachel : Oh no you don't. You refuse to let anyone love you.
Connor MacLeod : Love is for poets.
Connor MacLeod : [to Ramirez] If it came down to just us two, would you take my head?
Connor MacLeod : [Drunk with a wig covering his eyes whilst in the middle of a duel] Christ, I've gone blind!
Connor MacLeod : You're a liar!
Ramirez : You have the manners of a goat. And you smell like a dung-heap! And you have no knowledge whatsoever of your potential! Now.
Ramirez : Get out!
[rocks the boat, sending MacLeod into the lake]
Connor MacLeod : [as Ramirez rows away] Help me, I'm drowning!
Ramirez : You can't drown, you fool, you're immortal!
Connor MacLeod : I have the power! Aye, the quickening that empowers me! I feel everything! I know... I know everything! I am everything!
Connor MacLeod : You only have one life! If you value it, go home!
[Saying his farewell to Rachel]
Connor MacLeod : Hey, it's a kind of magic!
Connor MacLeod : Nice to see you Kurgan. Who cuts your hair?
Connor MacLeod : I can love and have children. Live and grow old. You never prepared me for that... you Spanish peacock.
Dugal MacLeod : [as the McLeods prepare for battle against the Fraziers] . Are you scared Conner? Ha ha!
Connor MacLeod : No cousin Dugal. I'm not!
Angus MacLeod : Don't talk nonsense, man! I peed my kilt the first time I went into battle!
Dugal MacLeod : Aye! Angus pees his kilt all the time!
Dugal MacLeod : .
Brenda : I was hoping you could give me some advice.
Connor MacLeod : Are you the kind of woman who takes advice?
Brenda : Sometimes.
Connor MacLeod : Advice about what?
Brenda : What can you tell me about a seven foot lunatic hacking away with a broadsword at one o'clock in the morning, New York City, 1985?
Connor MacLeod : ...Not much.
Connor MacLeod : [after discovering Brenda's hidden gun] I like your place, Brenda.
Connor MacLeod : Sweet Rachel, you always knew this would happen: Russel Nash dies tonight.
Barman : [Brenda sitting alone in a pub] Hey, Brenda. The usual?
Brenda : Lots of it.
Barman : [Barman pours Brenda's drink into her glass] Say when.
Brenda : When.
Barman : [Connor arrives and sits at the bar] Excuse me a minute, Brenda.
Connor MacLeod : A double Glenmorangie on the rocks.
Barman : Glenmorangie? - Right.
Connor MacLeod : Go to the Garden often?
Brenda : What did you say?
Connor MacLeod : [Connor points at himself] Hmm?
Brenda : [Brenda walks over to Connor] What did you say?
Connor MacLeod : Madison Square Garden. Do you go there often?
Brenda : Why?
Connor MacLeod : Basketball, the circus, wrestling...
Brenda : Why are you asking me about it? Have you been following me?
Connor MacLeod : I'd like to walk you home, Brenda.
Brenda : I can take care of myself.
[Brenda throws money on the bar and leaves]