I am William Wallace. And I see a whole army of my countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny! You have come to fight as free men. And free man you are! What will you do without freedom? Will you fight?” „Two thousand against ten?” – the veteran shouted. „No! We will run – and live!” „Yes!” Wallace shouted back. „Fight and you may die. Run and you will live at least awhile. And dying in your bed many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one cahnce, to come back here as young men and tell our enemies that they may take our lives but they will never take our freedom! William Wallace,

I know. I know you can fight. But it's out wits that make us   men.

Malcolm,

 Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow her.

Dead Malcolm,

First, learn to use this (mind), then I'll teach you to use this 
          (sword).

Argyle,

I am William Wallace, and the rest of you will be spared. Go 
          back to England, and tell them there that Scotland's daughters and her 
          sons are yours no more. Tell them Scotland is free. Burn it.

William,

William: From his king? Absolutely. Here are Scotland's terms. Lower your 
          flags, and march straight back to England, stopping at every home to beg 
          forgiveness for 100 years of theft, rape, and murder. Do that and your 
          men shall live. Do it not, and every one of you will die today. <br>
Cheltham: You are outmatched. You have no heavy cavalry. In two centuries 
          no army has won without–. <br>
William: I'm not finished. 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 ass.

William: A lordship and titles. Gold. That I should become Judas? <br>
Isabella: Peace is made in such ways. <br>
William: Slaves are made in such ways. <br>

William: I have been given nothing. God makes men what they are.

Robert: Wait! I respect what you said, but remember that these men have 
          lands and castles. It's much to risk. 
William: And the common man who bleeds on the battlefield, does he risk 
          less?