Roar

Diana: Rome has a Holy Father as well. A bit more wrinkled, but equally as powerful. Glas: As powerful as you? Diana: Uh...almost.

Diana: I understand that there were three druids accompanying your father. Where are they? Conor: Dead. Diana: So you killled them? Conor: Don't even try it. Diana: I think it's time we got to know each other. You'll all come with us...as prisoners, of course.

Diana: I thought you belonged to the entire island, Glas? Conor: He's not a king yet. Not until he reaches Cathbad. Diana: Was I talking to you?

Tully: Finish him, Conor. These bastards killed the Druids. Fergus: No, they didnt. (shows them arrow) Blunt head, no wings. These arrows could barely stop a deer.

Glas: What happened to your hair? Conor: He traded it for a sword! Fergus: A pig stick!

Catlin: He's so young. Why did the Druids pick a child? Tully: They believe that the last father's spirit lives within him.

Fergus: Any man that kills a shaman, kills his own soul.