Outlander
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Hiram: Ye sinned in the eyes of the Lord. Did yer wife forge ya for lyin' wi' a flower-faced Scottish lass? No, Mr. Fraser. Would ever man be swift to hear and slow to anger. Are we all to suffer on the Ridge because you regret marryin' a jealous English woman with a sharp tongue and even sharper knives? Did your wife forgive Malva?
Jamie: If you value your life, choose your next words wisely, Mr. Crombie.
Nothing could ever make you less beautiful.
Roger
Jamie: I, uh, dinna suppose you'd think of wearing a cap. Only until it grows out a bit.
Claire [scoffs}: No, I don't suppose I will.
Jamie: Hm. Hmm.
Claire: Besides, I think Bree has done a lovely job evening it out. Still, should be good for a laugh, seeing the look on other people's faces as they catch sight of me.
Jamie: You're very beautiful, Sassenach. And I love you.
Claire: Well, in that case, I love you, too. And it will grow back, won't it?
You look a bit like a ghost, Sassenach. Havena slept for days and hardly pause for food.
Jamie
Claire: You know, when we were in Paris and I lost Faith, during my fever, I saw birds, blue herons, and Master Raymond, he said, "Blue is the color of healing." But this time, I saw storm clouds and my heart. And a snake. And it was in this house.
Jamie: I can promise you, Sassenach, any snake that crosses our threshold will lose his head before he reaches that staircase. And you're well now, so it appears your wee blue birds were with you after all. You did try to die on me, did you no'? I'd be very angry with ye, Claire, if ye'd died and left me.
Claire: Well, I didn't, and I won't.
Claire: I'm getting terribly tired of funerals.
Jamie: I'm sorry we havena found out what's causing the sickness, but we willna give up.
Jamie: Christ, Sassenach. Ye hardly have any ass left at all.
Claire [chuckles]: Well, don't worry. That will grow back soon enough.
Cornelius: The first matter to discuss is our provincial congress. We will hold a vogte on all of our delegates, one from each county. And after, we-- [Jamie enters] I'm afraid, Mr. Fraser, that you are no longer wecome.
Jamie: Why not?
Cornelius: You made your sympathies quite plain when you defended that tory printer. Mr. Beeston was in the street and witnessed everything.
Jamie: I see. So you'd see an innocent man tarred and feathered? Or killed?
Cornelius: That man was printing pamphlets preaching reconcilation with Mother England, which threatens our cause.
Jamie: Mr. Simms owns a printing press. It's his right to print whatever he pleases. I came here tonight because I believed I'd be among men who understood that, even if they disagreed. Men who are not afraid to hear another man's opinion spoken because they prize that freedom and have faith it will serve the greater good in time. But, maybe I was wrong. Maybe there is no common decency.
Cornelius: Common decency, Mr. Fraser?
Jamie: Aye. If it truly is to be common to all men, it must begin with us. You call yourself "Sons of Liberty." Is it liberty when a man is cowed into silence or threatened into submission? Is it liberty if his property is taken from him?
Jamie: You know, I've never lived without allegience, wittingly or not, to laird or king.
Claire: I know. The tide has turned. Our allegieence now is, it's to this new nation.
Jamie: Lord John. I didn't account you to be among Mistress MacDonald's many admirers.
John: It should come as no surprise. I have a particular fondness for reformed Jacobites.
Claire: And how is William?
John: Nearly as tall as me, and he bests me at chess almost every game.
Jamie: Well, I hope to have the honor of playing with him one day.
John: Well, it's not only chess. He talks of politics like a politician, of history like a historian, and his knowledge of literature and the modern languages is, well, I hardly know where to begin.
