Highlander

Tippet: They say Koren's been shot, stabbed, some claim he was even lynched, but I find that hard to credit. The Comancheros call him El Gato, cat... say he has nine lives. Duncan: No, he only has one like everyone else, and like everyone else he can lose it.

Duncan: If the Horsemen existed at all, that was ages ago, maybe even thousands of years, they can't exist anymore. Cassandra: I'd give my life to believe that, but it's not true. One lives. I remember them, they were monsters. They rode across the world and brought fear and terror. They were without mercy, they were without fear.

(From the alternative cut) Cassandra: My people, take me to them. Methos: You want to see them? (points) There they are...Caspian keeps the heads, he'll think it'll make him smarter...so far it hasn't worked. Cassandra: You killed them? All of them? Methos: Including you.

Caspian: I fought as well as you. I killed more people. Silas: Women and children don't count.

(a dagger is thrown at Methos's chest) Kronos: Greetings, brother. Methos: Kronos! Kronos: I missed you too.

Methos: I think they love me. Duncan: They'd love a hammerhead shark if it had a nice smile.

Joe: Are we talking the Horsemen from the Bible? Duncan: No Joe, the Kentucky Derby. Joe: Fine, we'll get my bookie on the phone, who we betting on? War? Famine? Cassandra: Death

Methos: Look, I might not know who Chubby Checker is...but I know when it's time to leave.

Kronos: Well, you can either lose your head. Or you can join me. Methos: Well, since you put it that way ... welcome back, brother!

Methos: So I'm a little weak on pop culture. Well, who the hell is Chubby Checker in the grand scheme of things, anyway? I mean I know how tall Nero was, Caeser's favorite food, I know Helen of Troy didn't have that great a face and it only launched a hundred ships not a thousand, and... Duncan: Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...