Princess Isabelle: I understand you have suffered. I know... about your woman.
William Wallace: [sighs, pauses] She was my wife. We married in secret because I would not share her with an English lord. They killed her to get to me. I've never spoken of it, I don't know why I tell you now, except... I see her strength in you. One day, you will be a queen. And you must open your eyes.
[regains composure, speaks firmly]
William Wallace: You tell your king that William Wallace will NOT be ruled... and nor will any Scot while I live.
I came home to raise crops, and God willing, a family. If I can live in peace, I will.William Wallace
It's fine Scottish weather we're having. The rain is falling straight down and kind of to the side like.William Wallace
William Wallace: Why do you help me?
Princess Isabelle: Because of the way you are looking at me now.
I love you. Always have. I want to marry you.William Wallace
MacGregor: We heard about what was happenin' and didn't want you "Amadans" to have all the fun.
William Wallace: Some of us are in this; the rest of you, go home.
MacGregor: Go home to what? Our houses and farms burned when the English garrison comes down from the castle? And you know they will!
Robert the Bruce: I'm not a coward. I want what you want, but we need the nobles.
William Wallace: We need them?
Robert the Bruce: Aye
William Wallace: Nobles. Now tell me, what does that mean to be noble? Your title gives you claim to the throne of our country, but men don't follow titles, they follow courage. Now our people know you. Noble, and common, they respect you. And if you would just lead them to freedom, they'd follow you. And so would I.
William Wallace: The answer is yes. Fight for me, you get to kill the English.
Go back to England and tell them there that Scotland's daughters and sons are yours no more. Tell them Scotland is free.William Wallace
Every man dies, not every man really lives.William Wallace
We all end up dead, the question is how and why.William Wallace
Malcolm Wallace: I told ye to stay.
Young William: Well, I finished my work. Where're we goin'?
Malcolm Wallace: McAndrews'. He was supposed to visit when the gatherin' was over.
Young William: Can I come?
Malcolm Wallace: No! Go home, boy.
Young William: But I want to go.
Malcolm Wallace: Go home, William, or you'll feel the back o' my hand.