William Wallace: And if this is your army, why does it go?
Veteran: We didn't come here to fight for them!
Young Soldier: Home! The English are too many!
William Wallace: Sons of Scotland! I am William Wallace.
Young Soldier: William Wallace is seven feet tall!
William Wallace: Yes, I've heard. Kills men by the hundreds. And if HE were here, he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his arse.
[Scottish army laughs]
William Wallace: I am William Wallace! And I see a whole army of my countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny. You've come to fight as free men... and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight?
Veteran: Fight? Against that? No! We will run. And we will live.
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!
William Wallace: Are you ready for a war?
William Wallace: 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 arse.
William Wallace: Every man dies, not every man really lives.
William Wallace: Go back to England and tell them there that Scotland's daughters and her sons are yours no more. Tell them Scotland is free.
William Wallace: I came back home to raise crops, and God willing, a family. If I can live in peace, I will.
William Wallace: I love you. Always have. I wanna marry you.
William Wallace: It's all for nothing if you don't have freedom.
William Wallace: Lower your flags and march straight back to England, stopping at every home you pass by to beg forgiveness for a hundred years of theft, rape, and murder. Do that and your men shall live. Do it not, and every one of you will die today.
William Wallace: [after being outthrown] That's a good throw.
Hamish: Aye. Aye, it was.
William Wallace: I was wondering if you could do that when it matters.
[Hamish stares at him]
William Wallace: As it - as it matters in battle.
[Hamish continues staring]
William Wallace: Could you crush a man with that throw?
Hamish: I could crush you, like a worm.
William Wallace: You could?
William Wallace: Well, then do it.
[to the crowd]
William Wallace: Would you like to see him crush me like a worm?
[the crowd cheers]
William Wallace: [picks up a small stone] Come do it.
Hamish: You'll move.
William Wallace: I will not.
Campbell: He'll move.
Morrison: Come on, Hamish!
Campbell: Come on there, boy!
[Hamish throws the stone but misses the unflinching Wallace]
Campbell: [pointing at Wallace] Well done!
[Wallace throws his stone hitting Hamish's head]
Campbell: Fine display, young Wallace!