Highlander

Kit: Boy, have I been on a bad run, MacLeod. You wouldn't believe it. Duncan: How bad? Kit: A hundred and seven years. Duncan: Ah, maybe you should quit gambling.

Kit: No thieving French harlot with a coiffure is going to steal my place from me and get away with it. Duncan: He didn't mean that... Amanda: (slapping Kit) I'm not French!

Richie: Amanda found out where you were. Duncan: What do you mean, she found out? Richie: Well, I didn't mean to tell her, Mac. But she started talking and doing things and, well, I didn't stand a chance. Duncan: You wouldn't be the first.

Amanda: (thinking Duncan is cheating on her) Would you just stop it? Tell me... what you see in her. Duncan: All right. Beautiful brown eyes, amazing legs. Amanda: Better than mine? Duncan: Well, what can I say? She has powerful chest, endless stamina, doesn't let up in a final stretch. Amanda: MacLeod! Duncan: Ow! And four great feet. (points to the horse he's bought)

Amanda: It reminds me of that Kit O'Brady. Duncan: Really, Amanda, you don't still remember him? Amanda: You don't forget the Black Plague. Duncan: After all these years? How long can you stay mad at someone? Amanda: Oh, just until Hell freezes over.

Amanda: For the first time, I've made something I can be proud of. Duncan: Amanda, you've won it in a card game. Amanda: That's not the point.

Kit: But what kind of a person steals a man's lucky piece? Amanda: Ha, I didn't steal it. I threw it in the sewer. Kit: You threw it away? Amanda: Yeah. Kit: In a sewer? Amanda: Yeah. Some rat's got it and he's probably winning.

Duncan: Now, can't we just discuss this like reasonable people? Kit & Amanda: No! Duncan: Just checking.

Duncan: No, not here. Kit: This is not holy ground, MacLeod. Duncan: No, it's my home. What do you want me to do, watch you two kill each other? Kit: I suggest you go over there and don't look.

Kit: Burn down the saloon? You really think I'd burn down the Double Eagle? Amanda: Queen of Spades. Besides, how was I to know? You were such a sore loser.

Amanda: These (earrings) are worth twenty-five thousand. A prince gave them to me. Kit: A prince? A piker maybe, maybe on a good day.