Stephen: Him? That can’t be William Wallace. I’m prettier than this man. Allright Father, I’ll ask him.
Stephen: If I risk my neck for you, will I get a chance to kill Englishmen?
Hamish: Is your father a ghost, or do you converse with the Almighty?
Stephen: In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God.
Stephen: Yes, Father. The Almighty says: Don’t change the subject; just answer the focking question.
Hamish: Mind your tongue.
Campbell: Insane Irish!
Stephen: Smart enough to get a dagger past your guards, old man.
William Wallace: That’s my friend, Irishman. And the answer to your question is yes – if you fight for me, you get to kill the English.
Stephen: Excellent! Stephen is my name.
Stephen: I’m the most wanted man on my island. Except I’m not on my island of course, more’s the pity.
Hamish: Your island? You mean Ireland?
Stephen: Yeah, it’s mine.
Hamish: You’re a madman.
Stephen: I’ve come to the right place than.