Detective Skinner: I could play the violin and wipe my own ass all at the same time.
Dixie: Somebody's trying to kill me.
Detective Skinner: If they succeed, I'll come see you again.
Elvis Cooney: What kind of a B-grade movie is this? (01:17:02)
Colonel William Tavington: Kill me before the war is over, will you? It appears that you are not the better man.
Benjamin Martin: You're right. My sons were better men.
Benjamin Martin: Before this war is over, I'm going to kill you.
Colonel William Tavington: Why wait?
Benjamin Martin: He cannot be held as a spy.
Colonel William Tavington: Oh, we're not going to hold him. We're going to hang him.
Benjamin Martin: When you have a family of your own, perhaps you'll understand.
Gabriel Edward Martin: When I have a family of my own, I won't hide behind them.
Nathan Martin: Father?
Benjamin Martin: Yes?
Nathan Martin: I killed those men.
Benjamin Martin: You did what I told you to do. You did what you had to. There was no wrong in it.
Nathan Martin: I'm glad I killed them. I'm glad.
John Billings: There's a story going around 'bout how some twenty Redcoats got killed by a ghost or some damn thing, carried a Cherokee tomahawk.
Benjamin Martin: Aren't you a little old to be believing in ghost stories?
Benjamin Martin: Aim small, miss small.
Carter: There's something you want from me.
Porter: Val Resnick gave you a hundred and thirty thousand dollars.
Carter: He paid us. It was a debt.
Porter: Seventy thousand dollars of it is mine, and I want it back.
Carter: I'm sorry. Resnick told me, but I seem to have misplaced your name.
Porter: Porter.
Carter: Porter, right. I won't forget it again.
Pocahontas: It would've been better if we'd never met. None of this would have happened.
John Smith: Pocahontas, look at me. I would rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.
Tom Mullen: So how do I get my son back?
Detective Jimmy Shaker: Are you going to pay me?
Tom Mullen: Of course I am.
Detective Jimmy Shaker: Then it shouldn't be a problem.
Tom Mullen: My son is dead, go to hell.
Nick Marshall: There's way too much estrogen on television these days.
