Highlander

Lt. Moran: [presenting a photo] You ever see this guy before, Nash? [Connor shakes his head] Name's Vasilek. Polish national. Had his head chopped off in New Jersey two nights ago. You ever get over to New Jersey, Nash? Connor / "Russell Nash": Not if I can help it. Garfield: You talk funny, Nash. Where you from? Connor: Lots of different places. Moran: You're an antique dealer, right? Connor: Yes. Moran: Okay. [places sword on the table] What's that? Connor: A sword? Garfield: Wise up, smart-ass! Moran: It's a Toledo Salamanca broadsword, worth about a million bucks. Connor: So? Moran: So you wanna hear a theory? Connor: Mmm-hmm. Moran: You went down to that garage to buy this sword from that guy. What's his name? Connor: I don't know. You tell me. Moran: Okay. His name is Iman Fasil, and you fought about the price and cut off his head. Connor: Wanna hear another theory? This Fasil was so upset about the lousy wrestling tonight, he went down to the garage and in a fit of depression, c

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Connor: You look like a woman, you stupid haggis! Ramírez: Haggis? What is haggis? Connor: Sheep's stomach, stuffed with meat and barley. Ramírez: And what do you do with it? Connor: You eat it! Ramírez: That's revolting!

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Connor! [laughs]

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Kurgan: You cannot win, Ramírez. I am the strongest. Ramírez: My cut has improved your voice!

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Kurgan: [after running Ramírez through] Ah, hurts? Who is the woman? Ramírez: She's mine. Kurgan: Ah, not for much longer! [Ramírez spits in his face] Tonight you sleep in Hell! There can be only one! [beheads Ramírez]

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Heather: My beautiful man. My husband. Connor: I am that, my love. Heather: I've never really known— Connor: What? Heather: —why you stayed. Connor: Because I love you as much now as the first day we met. Heather: And I love you. I don't want to die. I want to stay with you forever. Connor: I want that too. Heather: Will you do something for me, Connor? Connor: What, blossom? Heather: In the years to come will you light a candle and remember me on my birthday? Connor: Aye, love. I will. Heather: I wanted to have your children. Connor: They would have been strong and fine. Heather: Don't see me, Connor. Let me die in peace. Where are we? Connor: We're in the highlands. Where else? Darting down the mountainside, the sun is shining. It's not cold. You've got your sheepskins on [sees Heather die in his arms] and the boots I made for you. Good night, my bonny Heather.

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