Braveheart

Malcolm: Where do you think you're going? Young William: I'm going with you. Malcolm: Oh, you're going with, are ya? And what are you going to do? Young William: I'm gonna help. Malcolm: Hey, and a good help you'd be, too. [takes William off the horse] But I need you to stay here and look after the place for me while I'm away. Young William: I can fight! Malcolm: I know. I know you can fight. But it's our wits that make us men. See you tomorrow.

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Longshanks: Scotland. My land. The French will grovel to anyone with strength, but how will they believe our strength when we cannot rule the whole of our own island?! [Isabelle walks in] Where is my son? Isabelle: Pardon, my lord. He asked me to come in his stead. Longshanks: I sent for him, and he sends you? Isabelle: Shall I leave, my lord? Longshanks: If he wants his queen to rule when I am gone, then by all means, stay and learn how. Please. Nobles. Nobles are the key to the door of Scotland. Grant our nobles lands in the north, give their nobles estates here in England, and make them too greedy to oppose us. Advisor: But sire, our nobles will be reluctant to uproot. New lands mean new taxes and they are already taxed for the war in France. Longshanks: Are they? Are they? [glaring at Isabelle] The trouble with Scotland... is that it's full of Scots! [Longshanks' advisors laugh] Perhaps the time has come to reinstitute an old custom. Grant them prima noctes. First night, when any c

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William: You dropped your rock. Hamish: Test of manhood. William: You win. Hamish: Call it a test of soldiery, then. The English won't let us train with weapons, so we train with stones. William: Well, the test of a soldier is not in his arm, it's here. [points at his head]

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William: Well, a test of a soldier is not in his arm, it's here. [points at his head] Hamish: No, it's here. [points at his arm] William: Hamish? Hamish: Uh huh. Campbell: Here you go, son. [giving Hamish a huge rock] Show him how. Come on! Haha, my boy! William: That's a good throw. Hamish: Ay. Ay, it was. William: I was wondering if you could do that when it matters. That is, as is Hamish: I could crush you, like a worm. William: You could? Hamish: Ay. William: Well then do it. [to the crowd] Would you like to see him crush me like a worm? Crowd: Ay! William: Then do it. Hamish: You'll move. William: I will not. Campbell: He'll move. Campbell: Fine display, young Wallace. William: [to Hamish] You alright? You look a wee bit shaky. Hamish: I should have remembered the rocks. William: Ay, you should have. [A Scottish dancing jig begins to play] Get up you big heap. It's good to see you Hamish: Ay, welcome home. Toothless Girl: William, will you dance with me? William: Of course I will.

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William: How did you know me after so long? Murron: Why, I didn't. William: No? Murron: It's just that I saw you staring at me and I didn't know who you were. William: Oh sorry, I suppose I was. Are you in the habit of riding off in the rain with strangers? Murron: It was the best way to make you leave. William: Well, if I can ever work up the courage to ask you again, I'll send you a written warning first. Murron: Oh, it wouldn't do you much good. I can't read. William: Can you not? Murron: No. William: Well that's something we shall have to remedy, isn't it. Murron: You're going to teach me to read, then? William: Aye, if you like. Murron: Aye. William: In what language? Murron: Are you showing off now? William: That's right. Are you impressed yet? Murron: No. Why should I be? William: [in French] Yes. Because every single day I thought about you. Murron: Do that standing on your head and I'll be impressed. William: My kilt may fly up but I'll try. Murron: You certainly didn't learn

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Campbell: Your father was a fighter! And a patriot. William: I know who my father was. I came back home to raise crops and, God willing, a family. If I can live in peace, I will.

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