It does make me feel better that you'll be here. Not so much as my physician, but to share it with me, as a, as my ma.

Marsali

You're an engineer, Bree, and whatever that is they call that here, you just have to find a way to be that.

Claire

I didn't always understand the Mohawk. Sometimes, I'd talk to the birds instead so I didn't feel so alone. Do you ever wonder how they ken which way to go when winter comes? They always seem to, and they always go together. I wish it was that easy for us, as well.

Young Ian

You're alive. You're whole. All is well.

Jamie

Roger: Everybody wants the old Roger back. I'll never be that man again. I studied history. I taught it. Now I'm livin' it. When I saw that tarot card, I thought, 'this is who I am now. A dying man.' Maybe this was my fate. My own ancestor tried to kill me. Maybe I wasn't meant to exist.
Brianna: That isn't true.
Roger: Perhaps not. But I have changed. Remember when you asked me about my last words?
Brianna: Yeah.
Roger: I thought I knew what they'd be, but what mattered was the last face I saw. That face was yours.
Brianna: Oh, Roger.
Roger: I'll always sing for you. No matter what, no matter where. Whether you're there to hear or even if my voice isn't able, I will always sing for you.

He was loyal before all. You canna fault him for that.

Jocasta

The are just cards, you know. Talk to me, Roger. It doesn't matter to me how you sound. I know this is hard. Your voice, it's your gift. But you're still you, you're still the man I married, and I want him back. Please. It's not even that you won't talk! You won't engage! I know how badly you were hurt and how scared you must have been. But I went through something awful, too; something dark and ugly and believe me, all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die. And sometimes, I still do. But I didn't, and I don't because I have a husband and a son who need me! I fought for us! And now, I need, I need you. Jemmy needs you. I have been patient. But I need to know. I need to know that you are not lost and gone forever. Are you coming back? Are you going to fight for us?

Brianna

Were you dreamin'? Wherever you thought you were, we're both still here.

Young Ian

Jamie: We're, uh, overjoyed to have you back, but you seem out of sorts, not yourself. What happened with the Mohawk, lad? You can talk about it with me if you like.
Young Ian: I canna give you the truth of it now. I dinna have the words. But there are things you keep hidden from others, you and Claire both.

Roger: People live and die by their words. They shape our thoughts and deeds. Often, they define us. Like bullets, once fired, we can't take them back. They have impact, so choose them wisely. Live a life worthy of them, especially your last words. They outlive us.
Morgan: And what will yours be, sir?
Roger: It is my dying wish, oh Lord, that my students write structured arguments supported by evidence and legible handwriting. Amen!
Student: No, really, sir.
Roger: I'd say, I'd say let history forget my name, so long as my words and my deeds are remembered by those I love.

Brianna: Wait. If we do stop this war now, doesn't that mean that the Revolutionary War won't happen and America will never become America?
Jamie: You say some people believe this is the spark. Couldn't the spark alight from somewhere else?
Claire: Yes, it could.
Roger: What matters are the men in my charge, the Regulators fightin' for what they believe in, and my godfather.
Roger: I agree. I'll deliver the message to Murtagh.
Jamie: It's too dangerous.
Roger: I know, but I'm the only one who can do it. He knows me. He knows I'm from the future. He'll believe it.

Jamie: War's not like hunting. The deer and the possums aren't trying to kill you.
Young soldier: Ma says the point of hunting is to kill something, and the point of going to war is to come back alive.
Jamie: War is killing. That's it. Think of anything less than your own skin, you'll be dead by nightfall. Ye canna waver.