[At Sterling, when arrows rain down on the Scots.]
Stephen: The Lord tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he's pretty sure you're fucked.
Skip: I'd rather be home with a fucked-up hand up in some pussy than to be out here healthier than a motherfucker without it... Shit.
Alberto Aragon: Just because I talk with an accent doesn't mean I think with an accent.
Marko: We're all crazy, Natalija. We just haven't been diagnosed yet.
Capt. T.C. Doyle: You slept with the wife of General "Kill-'em-all-and-let-God-sort-them-out" Richardson?
David Poole: I thought it was his daughter.
Capt. T.C. Doyle: Oh yeah, he would've been fine with that.
Gunn: They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn them. By the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them, lest we forget.
MacDonald: I do not serve Robert McGregor. I am his friend, and count myself fortunate to claim it.
Lady Anne: No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.
Richard III: But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
Maya: All women are princesses, it is our right.
Niko: The first thing God created was the journey, then came doubt, and nostalgia.
David: We elect the officers and everything. It's socialism in action - not like the army back home.