I think it’s best if ye dinna touch me, ‘cause if you do, I’ll take ye, here and now, and then it’s too late for us both.

Ian

Jamie: Ten good men would be worth a finger, Sassenach. Or five, or even one. [falls asleep]
Claire: You’re bloody mad. I knew you’d make me cry.

That tickles, Sassenach.

Jamie

Jamie [in Gaelic]: How are you, cousin?
Simon [in Gaelic]: I have the devil of an indigestion. [in English] I must’ve eaten somthin’ that disagreed with me. This gladness to see you once more on this earth, [in Gaelic] Jamie, son of Brian.
Jamie [in Gaelic]: Simon, son of Simon. [in English] When last I saw you, we were lads, running after the older boys with shinty sticks taller than ourselves.
Simon: Aye.
Jamie: Sorry it must come to this, away from Kent and away from Scotland.
Simon: I have kin with me now, and so I am content to die among my comrades.

The subject is your stupid hero complex. Do you think I have nothing better to do than trotting after you, sticking pieces back on?

Claire

Buck: That Mr. Cameron I met today. He's trouble. He's got a hot eye for your wife.
Roger: You think everyone's got a hot eye. That's why I would up with a noose around my neck.
Buck: Any other man in my time would have thought the same. A man is born knowin' when someone is praying on their women!
Roger: Well, you were wrong, and that isn't your time.
Buck: I thought I should tell you.

Claire: You'll come back to me. You always do. And if you don't, I'll come looking for you.
Jamie: I ken you will, Sessenach.

Roger: Morag is my five, maybe six times; I forget the number, great grandmother. That makes you my grandda. My son was named Jeremiah after my da, who was named for his grandda, who was named for your son. There may be one or two Jeremiahs missing along the way. We're family.
Buccleigh: You wouldn't have anything stronger than coffee, would ya?

Jamie: Will ye kiss me, Claire?
Claire: Always.

I'm no errand boy. I am a true soldier. With your permission, General, I'd like to remain here with the army.

William

General Fraser: If General Burgoyne can convince us that we are victorious, then we have prevailed.
William: Lt. Hammond is dead.
General Fraser: An honorable death.
William: But I lived to tell the tale.
General Fraser: They send forth men to battle, But no such men return, so says Aeschylus. You're a different man now.
William: Send forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn.

What I wouldn’t give for something a little stronger.

Walter