[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 ass - it's about to be kissed by a king.
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.
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!