Quotes
Jamie: Sassenach...
Claire: Yes, master?
Jamie: What does fucking mean?
I am your master and you're mine. It seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.
Jamie
Jamie: I want you Claire. I want you so much I can scarcely breathe. Will you have me?
Claire: Yes. I'll have you.
You are my home now, Claire.
Jamie
I swear on the cross of my Lord Jesus and by the iron which I hold that I give you my fealty and pledge you my loyalty. If ever my hand is raised against you in rebellion again, then I ask that this holy iron may pierce my heart.
Jamie
Let your brother play the rebel, as long as he does it quietly. Let him whisper of a free Scotland for now, while you bide your time and wait to see how events transpire. If Bonny Prince Charlie every responds with a call to arms, you can decide then which side to back. Dougal may be war chief, but he knows only you can cry for war.
Jamie
Jamie: This will go faster if ye just yield, woman!
Claire: I'm going to make you suffer!
Jamie: Ye already have!
She asked forgiveness and I gave it, but the truth is I'd forgiven everything she'd done and everything she could do long before that day. For me, that was no choice, that was falling in love.
Jamie
Jamie: I went to ye at Fort armed with an empty pistol and my bare hands. When you screamed... Ye're tearing my guts out, Claire.
Claire: I'm sorry. Jamie. Forgive me.
Jamie: Forgiven.
Claire: You are sure there's water down there, aren't you?
Jamie: Aye. I think so.
I've always known I've lived a like different from other men. When I was a lad I saw no path before me, I simply took a step and then another. Ever forward, ever onward, rushing toward someplace I knew not where. And one day I turned around and looked back and saw that each step I'd taken was a choice, to go left, to go right, to go forward or even to not go at all. Every day every man has a choice between right and wrong, between love and hate, and sometimes between life and death and the sum of those choices becomes your life. The day I realized that is the day that I became a man.
Jamie
Julia: What was he like; Michael? What kind of man was he?
Alan: Loved the sound of his own voice.
Julia: A Narcissist?
Alan: A lunatic. But he did have a gift for oratory. Hell for Michael was a room without an audience. Jules what are we doing? The tree's not here.
Julia: Is this where he would speak?
Alan: He called it counselling. Jules what the hell are you...?
Julia: Help me.
Alan: Help you what?
Julia: Help me pull up this floor.