Connor MacLeod: I apologize for calling your wife a bloated warthog, and I bid you good day.
Brenda: So, Nash was illegitimate?
Doctor: Yeah, for about a minute and a half. He died right after she did.
Ramirez: Patience, Highlander. You have done well. But it will take time. There are generations being born and dying. You're at one with all living things. Each man's thoughts and dreams are yours to know. You have power beyond imagination. Use it well my friend. Don't lose your head.
Connor MacLeod: I've been alive for four and a half centuries, and I cannot die.
Brenda: Well, everyone has got their problems.
Angus MacLeod: He's a Highlander, by God, and the last sound he hears should not be that of a wailing woman.
Sunda Kastagir: Macleod, it's good to see you again. It seems like a hundred years.
Connor MacLeod: It's been a hundred years.
Kurgan: I'm in disguise.
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.
Garfield: You talk funny Nash. Where you from?
Nash: Lots of different places.
Connor MacLeod: Nice to see you Kurgan. Who cuts your hair?
Ramirez: Sometimes, MacLeod, the sharpest blade isn't enough.
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.
Ramirez: Why does the sun come up, or are the stars just pinholes in the curtain of night?
Brenda: What are you going to do?
Connor MacLeod: The question is what are you going to do? Are you going to turn off the tape or shoot me with a .45?