Young William: "I can fight" Argyle: " I know you can fight but it's our wits that make us men"
William Wallace: Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you'll live... at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin' to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take... OUR FREEDOM!
[Scottish army cheers]
William Wallace: Are you ready for a war?
William Wallace: Every man dies, not every man really lives.
WW: We all end up dead, it's just a question of how and why.
WW: "Before we let you leave, your commander must cross that field, present himself before this army, put his head between his legs, and kiss his own ars!"
WW: Here are Scotland's terms: Lower your flags and march straight back to England. Stopping at every home you pass by to beg forgiveness for 100 years of theft, rape, and murder. Do that, and your men shall live. Do it not, and everyone of you will die today.