Highlander

Debra: I will marry him if I must, Duncan. But please do not leave me. I have to see you, even if it's only across the village. Duncan: You're the love of my life, Debra Campbell. But it's too hard a thing to see that which you cannot have.

Kevin: Please, I've done nothing. Kanwulf: We've all done something, Kevin.

Duncan: You know, it's funny what you remember. The heather blooming, the smell of burning peat, the feast after the harvest when the whole clan gathered and you thought the whole world was there. Joe: I thought you were going to let the police handle this? Duncan: This land came under the MacLeods once. These are my people, my clan. Joe: Mac, that was four hundred years ago. These people are not under your protection anymore. Duncan: Yeah, but I won't let them get slaughtered, Joe.

Donal: You're dead, dead. I saw it with my own eyes. Duncan: Damn you! Who did this? Donal: Kanwulf the Destroyer. Duncan: Kanwulf's a legend. He's not real. Donal: Neither are you.

Mary: His sword. Claim it. Duncan: I cannot. He banished me. I have no right. I have no clan. I'm not even your son. Mary: No, it matters not who bore you. You are my son, and it is yours. Take it. Take it, I say! Let no man tell you different. You are Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

Kanwulf: I killed the man who held that. He fought well, for an old man. Duncan: I'll do better. I'm his son. Kanwulf: His son? You don't even know what you are, do you? Or what I am. Duncan: I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod, and you're dead. That's all I need to know.

Rachel: (about Ian's sword) That seems to belong in your hand. Duncan: No. It belongs in Glenfinnan. This is its home. Rachel: Yours too, Duncan MacLeod.