Black Jack: Will you show me your back?
Jamie: If it will stop your talkin'.
Tell me, when you lie upon your wife and her hands trace the scars on your back, do you ever think of me?Black Jack
I curse you with knowledge. I give you the hour of your death. Jonathan Wolverton Randall. Born September 3, 1705 dies [whispers into his ear].Claire
If you would only stop resisting me, I could make it so much easier for you. I'm here to help you. Don't fight me.Black Jack
God go with ye, Claire. I can leave knowing ye're going to do whatever it takes to bring my brother back.Jenny
Jenny: So, Ian sent you I expect.
Murtagh: Aye. But from what I've seen so far, you two are natural outlaws.
Murtagh: Do you think you're the only one that loves Jamie? He's a son to me.
Claire: I'm sorry! I'm sorry. [breaks down sobbing]
Claire: May I make a suggestion? Perhaps you can sing a song to jazz up the dance a bit.
Claire: To spice up. Enliven.
Claire: Yes, something toe tapping, like [sings Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy].
I'm searching for my husband and I have to sing that song, and once I've found him, I promise you, I will never set foot on stage again.Claire
If you look hard enough, you just might see the Americas. It's the only place you haven't sung that damn song yet.Murtagh
Love forces a person to choose. You do things you never imagined you could do before.Jenny
Claire: Fine, then I'll keep my mouth shut.
Murtagh: Aye, until we reach the horses, I expect.