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.
Kate: Angus, you’ll keep him in one piece, ya hear?
Dugal MacLeod: And we all know what piece that is!
Ramirez: Why does the sun come up, or are the stars just pinholes in the curtain of night?
Ramirez: If your head comes away from your neck, it’s over!
Kurgan: Tonight you sleep in hell.
Connor MacLeod: I’ve been alive for four and a half centuries, and I cannot die.
Brenda: Well, everyone has got their problems.
Kurgan: Forgive me father, I am a worm…
Kurgan: Nuns. No sense of humor.
Connor MacLeod: There can be only one!
Connor MacLeod: You only have one life! If you value it, go home!
Sunda Kastagir: Macleod, it’s good to see you again. It seems like a hundred years.
Connor MacLeod: It’s been a hundred years.
Ramirez: From the dawn of time we came; moving silently down through the centuries, living many secret lives, struggling to reach the time of the Gathering; when the few who remain will battle to the last. No one has ever known we were among you… until now.
Connor MacLeod: I hate you!
Ramirez: Good… that is a perfect way to start.
Ramirez: The sensation you feel is the Quickening. We are one, MacLeod. We are brothers!
Ramirez: I’m not Spanish, I’m Egyptian.
MacLeod: You said you were from Spain. You’re a liar!
Ramirez: You have the manners of a goat. And you spell like a dung heap. And you have no knowledge of your potential. Now– get out!
Heather: You can do that to me forever if you like, my Lord.
Ramirez: Crude and slow, clansman. Your attack was no better than that of a clumsy child.
Ramirez: You can’t drown, you fool! You’re immortal!