[At Sterling, when arrows rain down on the Scots.]
Stephen: The Lord tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he's pretty sure you're fucked.
English Officer: I hope you've washed your arse today - it's about to be kissed by a king.
William Wallace: Every man dies, not every man really lives.
Royal Magistrate: The prisoner wishes to say a word.
William Wallace: Freedom!
William Wallace: Go back to England and tell them there that Scotland's daughters and her sons are yours no more. Tell them Scotland is free.
William Wallace: 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.
William Wallace: There's a difference between us. You think the people of this country exist to provide you with position. I think your position exists to provide those people with freedom. And I go to make sure that they have it.
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.
Young William: I can fight.
Malcolm Wallace: I know. I know you can fight. But it's our wits that make us men.
Young William: What are they doin'?
Argyle Wallace: Saying goodbye in their own way. Playing outlawed tunes on outlawed pipes.
Longshanks: The trouble with Scotland is that it's full of Scots.
Stephen: Him? That can't be William Wallace. I'm prettier than this man. All right, Father. I'll ask him. If I risk my neck for you, would I get a chance to kill Englishmen?
Hamish: Is your father a ghost, or do you converse with the Almighty?
Stephen: In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God. Yes, Father! The Almighty says don't change the subject, just answer the fucking question!
Argyle Wallace: We'll stay here tonight. Tomorrow, you'll come home with me.
Young William: I don't want to leave.
Argyle Wallace: You didn't want your father to die either, did ya? But it happened.
Princess Isabelle: The king will be dead in a month and his son is a weakling. Who do you think will rule this kingdom?
William Wallace: It's all for nothing if you don't have freedom.