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.

Claire: I wasn’t prepared to join a war tonight. Neither were you. And I won’t let you go without me. They’ll need doctors.
Ian: I’m comin’ with ye too, uncle.
Jamie: No, lad. Sail home to Scotland. I made a promise to your mother.
Ian: You promised we’d return someday, and we will. I love this land. I want to fight for it.

William: I’d rather die than have you amputate my arm.
Ian: Ye canna do that. You still need a proper death song, aye?