Outlander

Jamie Fraser:
Be Yuletide by the time we get back to Leoch.

Claire Randall:
Christmas. I don't suppose you hang stockings by the fire

Jamie Fraser:
To dry them off, you mean?

Claire Randall:
Never mind

Claire Randall:
[referring to the heavy knife found in the grass] It's too long and heavy for me

Rupert MacKenzie:
Lasses say that to me all the time

Claire Randall:
I was back to the place where it had all begum. So much had happened. So much had changed. Last time I was here I was Claire Randall, then Claire Beauchamp, then Claire Fraser. The question was, who did I want to be?

Murtagh Fraser:
[knocking, then pounding on the bedroom door] Wake up!

Jamie Fraser:
Enough, damn it.

Murtagh Fraser:
[pounding on door] Come on, you lazy dog. [Jamie opens door] Has my knock grown so feeble, or have yer marriage duties made ye sluggish, eh?

Rupert MacKenzie:
If ye drop him, I'll have yer balls.

Duke of Sandringham:
Do tell your wife, it wasn't my fault.

Jamie Fraser:
Ye're not normally a closed-mouth woman, Claire. I expected noisier displeasure. [Jamie grunts] But quiet anger can be very effective.

Colum MacKenzie:
Ye flap that tongue at me again, lad, and I'll have it cut out at the root.

Dougal MacKenzie:
I said kiss her, dinna swallow her.

Jamie Fraser:
Ye've already packed me enough fresh bandages to cover me from face to feet.

Claire Randall:
Come back to me, Jamie Fraser.

Duke of Sandringham:
Anyone ever told you you have the most gorgeous neck? Holds your head so prettily. I'd hate to see them parted.

Jamie Fraser:
[Referring to the Duke of Sandringham] This is my chance then. The Duke has always been partial to me.

Murtagh Fraser:
Some would say too much so.

Jamie Fraser:
I'm not about to offer up my hind quarters.

Duke of Sandringham:
Damn that Randall! I must admit that shielding him from the consequences of his misdeeds sometimes feels like a full time occupation. And I *loathe* work.

Duke of Sandringham:
[Referring to a dual with the Macdonalds] This is an affair of honor. Shots will be exchanged, but I understand no one will be hurt.

Murtagh Fraser:
When the Macdonalds are involved, there's always a chance that blood will be spilled.

Duke of Sandringham:
Yes, I know the Macdonalds and Mackenzies are sworn enemies, but this is not a clan matter. I myself will be in the line of fire. All that I require from Jamie is that he appears as my second. [Approaches Jamie] Alas, my servants are chosen for their beauty, not their belligerence. [Placing his hands on Jamie's arms] You, of course, contain within you... [caressing Jamie's chin] a sublime combination of the two.

Claire Randall:
Why were you escaping in the first place?

Jamie Fraser:
They were holding me prisoner.

Jamie Fraser:
And when I woke up, I was trussed up in the wagon with the chickens, jolting down the road to Fort William.

Claire Randall:
I'm so sorry, it must have been terrible for you.

Jamie Fraser:
Oh, aye. Chickens are very poor company.

Mrs. Fitzgibbons:
[upon seeing Claire in her 1940's bra and knickers] What kinder corset is that?

Claire Randall:
It's a brassiere. It's from France.

Claire Randall:
[to Jamie] Just try not to get flogged or stabbed today. That'll be thanks, enough.

Mrs. Fitzgibbons:
[standing hands on hips and a mock look of disgust] Murtagh, you look and smell like a rat that's been dragged through sheep dung

Murtagh Fraser:
Gi' us a kiss then [playfully kissing her cheek]

Jenny Fraser:
Well, if she's your wife, I imagine she's more familiar with your balls than I am.

Jamie Fraser:
And they just stay aloft, like birds?

Claire Randall:
Well, no. Airplane wings are stationary.

Jenny Fraser:
Tell that trollop to keep her neb out of my business.

Ian Murray:
And this would be?

Claire Randall:
The trollop. Otherwise known as Claire Fraser.

Jamie Fraser:
My uncle dodged his share of crockery in his time.

Claire Randall:
Be careful, my Laird. I have a much better throwing arm than the fair Leticia.

Jamie Fraser:
Now ye're a Scot. Ye should work on yer Gaelic.

Claire Randall:
Hair of the dog?

Jamie Fraser:
I think I may need the whole hound.

Jenny Fraser:
What the hell were ye doing, ye [speaking Gaelic] ? Have ye not grown up a bit?

Jamie Fraser:
Jenny, will ye... will ye please turn around when I try to get out? Before my cock snaps off.

Ian Murray:
He brought me back to Scotland, and Jenny made me whole again.

Claire Randall:
Is that why you married her?

Ian Murray:
[chuckles] Ye think I had any choice in the matter?

Claire Randall:
She's an extraordinary woman, isn't she?

Ian Murray:
Aye, when she's not being an outright, stubborn-headed, pain-in-the-arse mule.

Jamie Fraser:
I wake up every day, and I find that I love you more than I did the day before.

Claire Randall:
I'm not the meek and obedient type.

Jamie Fraser:
I don't imagine anyone would make that mistake, Sassanach!

Claire Randall:
I've seen elephants sit down with less impact.

Jenny Fraser:
Well, if she's your wife I'm certain she's more familiar with your

Jenny Fraser:
Well, if'na she's your wife she's no doubt more familiar with your balls than I am

Jenny Fraser:
[grabbing Jamie by the arm and spinning him back around] Do I have t'do like when we were bairns and grab ye by your ballocks an' make you listen?

Claire Randall:
I believe your left hand gets jealous of your right. That's about all I believe.

Claire Randall:
You're such crybabies. I've tended to six year olds braver than you lot.

Murtagh Fraser:
You're a guest of the MacKenzie. We can insult you, but God help any other man that does.

Claire Randall:
Angus can kiss my English arse

Jamie Fraser:
Aye, he's a clarty bastard, but those are fighting words.

Jamie Fraser:
It doesn't matter where you come from. You're here

Claire Randall:
So I'm just to stand by and watch?

Jamie Fraser:
You're not to judge things you don't understand.

Claire Randall:
Disappearances, after all, have explanations.

Claire Randall:
Usually.

Dougal MacKenzie:
I don't hold wi' rape, and we've not the time for it anyway.

Claire Randall:
I'm a nurse.

Jamie Fraser:
Aye. [looks at Claire's chest]

Claire Randall:
Not a wet nurse.

Claire Randall:
Once, travelling at night, I fell asleep in the passenger seat of a moving car. Lulled by the noise and the motion into an illusion of serene weightlessness. Then the driver took a bridge too fast. And I woke to see the world spinning outside the car windows, and the sickening sensation of falling at high speed. That is as close as I can come to describing what I experienced. But it falls woefully short.

Claire Randall:
[meeting Black Jack Randall] Frank? What the devil are you doing? You're not Frank.

Captain Jonathan Randall:
No, madam, I'm not.

Claire Randall:
Who the bloody hell are you?

Captain Jonathan Randall:
I'm Jonathan Randall. Captain of his majesty's eighth dragoons. At your service.

[Claire flees]

[last lines]

Claire Randall:
Castle Leoch. I'd been here with Frank two days ago. Or was that in the future? How could I remember something that hadn't happened yet? So far, I'd been assaulted, threatened, kidnapped and nearly raped. And somehow, I knew that my journey had only just begun.

Jamie Fraser:
You don't look that heavy. If you want to walk, I shall pick up and throw you over my shoulder! Would you like me to do that?

Claire Randall:
No!

Jamie Fraser:
Well then, I guess that means you're coming with me.

Claire Randall:
You know Randall? Black Jack Randall that is?

Jamie Fraser:
Aye. I would have rescued anyone taken prisoner by that man.

Claire Randall:
Where is it? Where's the city? It should be visible from here.

Jamie Fraser:
Inverness? You're looking straight at it.

Claire Randall:
[voiceover] There were no electric lights as far as the eye could see. And as much as my rational mind rebelled against the idea, I knew in my heart that I was no longer in the 20th century.

Claire Randall:
[Captain Randall is threatening Claire] Let me go, you bastard!

Claire Randall:
[spits at him]

Captain Jonathan Randall:
Ah, the speech of a lady. And the language of a whore. I prefer a whore.

Captain Jonathan Randall:
[attempts to rape her and he is attacked by Murtagh]

Dougal MacKenzie:
I've never heard a woman use such language in my life

Claire Randall:
[voiceover] If nothing else, my erstwhile savior fairly reeked of odors too foul to be part of any dream I was likely to conjure up

[last lines]

Claire Randall:
On your feet, soldier. Take me back to Lallybroch.

Geillis Duncan:
Looks like I'm going to a f***ing barbeque.

Claire Randall:
There's been a mistake.

Warden 3:
Is that right?

Claire Randall:
I'm Claire Fraser From - From Castle Leoch. I'm married to James Fraser, nephew of the Laird.

Warden 3:
And I'm King Arthur.

Geillis Duncan:
Surely King Arthur was more appealing that that scumy puddock.

Claire Randall:
I suppose getting burned as a witch is better than freezing to death.

Claire Randall:
is that what I think it is?

Geillis Duncan:
Well, it's not a maypole, Claire.

Ned Gowan:
We are still in Scotland, are we not?

Claire Randall:
If you are a witch, now would be a perfect time to use your powers.

Geillis Duncan:
Aye. Same to you, my friend.

Ned Gowan:
The only thing that ever stood between you and a pile of kindling was your husband, and he's dead.

Geillis Duncan:
Are you my lawyer or my judge, Mr. Gowan?

Laoghaire MacKenzie:
I shall dance upon your ashes.

Jamie Fraser:
The first man forward will be the first man down.

Geillis Duncan:
I bear the mark of the devil.

Jamie Fraser:
...It would have been a good deal easier if you'd only been a witch.

Ned Gowan:
Now we have to accept the testimony of a cat.

Geillis Duncan:
[peaking quickly and softly to Claire] I think it's possible

Claire Randall:
[confused] what?

Geillis Duncan:
1968

Jamie Fraser:
[freeing Claire and drawing his sword] I took an oath before God to protect this woman. An' if you're telling me you are a higher authority than he, well, I'm not of that opinion myself!

Dougal MacKenzie:
Well, I must admit the idea of grinding your corn does tickle me, but it's not myself I'd be nominating for the position.

Claire Randall:
Well doesn't it bother you that I'm not a virgin?

Jamie Fraser:
No. So long it as it does not bother you that I am. I reckon one of us should ken what we're doing.

Black Jack Randall:
I dwell in darkness, madam, and darkness is where I belong.

Angus Mhor:
Something catch your eye there, lassie?

Claire Randall:
Yes, something I'm not likely to forget in a hurry.

Jamie Fraser:
What does "f***ing" mean?

[Claire points a knife at Jamie in mid coitus]

Claire Randall:
Listen to me. If you ever raise a hand to me again, James Fraser, I will cut out your heart and eat it for breakfast, do you understand me?

Jamie Fraser:
Aye, you have my word.

Dougal MacKenzie:
[to Colum] We raised that gold honorably. We never concealed the fact from anybody that we were raising money to restore the rightful king to his throne. That, I might remind you, is a cause more important than any clan. Or man.

Jenny Fraser:
[Tracking the redcoats who took Jamie] I found more tracks. East. Just as Ian said, they have a cart. It's heavy. It should be easy enough to follow.

Claire Randall:
[Under her breath] Hopefully because there's a rather large, red-headed Scot weighing it down.

Jenny Fraser:
Love forces a person to choose. You do things you never imagined you could do before.

Jenny Fraser:
I'm bursting!

Jenny Fraser:
[placing her hand on Claire's arm and Claire turns to face her] Now see here, Claire Fraser, every day for four years I looked down that road. He'll come back. He always does.

Claire Randall:
[placing her hand on Jamie's chest] Listen your sister. Hasten ye back ~~~~~ or else

Jamie Fraser:
Or else what?

Claire Randall:
Or else I'll follow you ~~ and drag you back by your long red curls. And you won't like it one bit.

Jamie Fraser:
[smiling wryly] No, I'm sure I wouldna like it

Claire Randall:
[after hearing the news that the midwife is not available for Jenny's delivery] It's alright. It is possible to deliver a breach baby. I may have to reach inside and guide it out.

Jenny Fraser:
[Absorbs the news with worry and fear. Then summons courage] Alright. But, you'll be fetching me a good stiff dram before we start.

Claire Randall:
In that case, the baby will likely be drunk, too.

Jenny Fraser:
Then he'll come into the world a true Scot.

Ian Murray:
[Shaken after having just killed Horrocks to save Jamie] I thought I killed my last man in the war.

Jamie Fraser:
I'm grateful. For if you hadn't done it, I'd have done it myself.

Ian Murray:
The man was an absconder, a traitor and a thief! He wasn't worthy of the The Watch. Nor even a redcoat.

Jamie Fraser:
Let's bury the bastard. Which is more than he deserves. [Ian tries to return his bloodied sword to its scabbard. But, his hands are shaking so badly that he can't. Jamie sees what he's doing] Wipe the blood off first. Ian! [Jamie realizes the trouble Ian is having and tries to calm and reassure his friend who is like a brother] Remember we used to argue which was the bigger sin. Fornication or killing. [He reaches for Ian's sword who hands it to him] We worried whether we would go to hell.

Ian Murray:
[sighs deeply and smiles at his friend] Well, if you're going to hell... I might as well go, too. God knows you'll never manage alone.

Claire Randall:
I seem to have fallen through time.

Jamie Fraser:
But I am also a Highlander, born and bred, and I dinna believe in tempting fate by making light of Old Nick in his very own kirkyard.

Mrs. Fitzgibbons:
What are you two drunkards still takin' up spacein my kitchen? If you're not working here, be gone with ye

Rupert MacKenzie:
[raising his mug and nodding at Claire] We're just following orders, keeping an eye on this one

Mrs. Fitzgibbons:
[smiling] Oh, and she has been hiding at the bottom of your mug for th' past two hours?

Claire Randall:
[after Jamie's attempted to make a joke] You're the regular Bob Hope.

Jamie Fraser:
Is he a funny man?

Claire Randall:
I always thought so.

Claire Randall:
So you married me to keep me safe?

Jamie Fraser:
Aye. Aye that's the gist of it. You have my name, my clan, my family, and if necessary, the protection of my body as well.

Claire Randall:
It's getting rather late. Perhaps we should go to bed?

Jamie Fraser:
To bed? Or to sleep?

Claire Randall:
Where did you learn to kiss like that?

Jamie Fraser:
I said I was a virgin, not a monk.

Jamie Fraser:
[Referring to a recent conversation with Dougal] He said "You never want to let a woman see you too eager to please her. Gives her too much power."

Claire Randall:
Really. And what did you have to say to that?

Jamie Fraser:
I said I was completely under your power and happy to be there.

Claire Randall:
Have you never seen a naked woman before?

Jamie Fraser:
Aye. But not one so close. And not one that's mine.

Jamie Fraser:
[after giving Claire a pearl necklace] They are scotch pearls. They belonged to my mother. And now they belong to my wife. They are one of the few things I have left of her. They're very precious to me. As are you Claire.

Captain Jonathan Randall:
[looking at Jamie's scars] What is it like to be alive, and wear so much dead flesh?

[pause]

Captain Jonathan Randall:
Shall we begin?

Claire Randall:
You beast!

Captain Jonathan Randall:
You can do better than that.

Claire Randall:
You f***ing sadistic piece of sh*t! I should have slit your throat when you were lying on the ground at Fort William!

Captain Jonathan Randall:
Yes. I'm afraid you will come to regret that small act of humanity.

Black Jack Randall:
I heard some rumors about you when you were in Cranesmuir. Something about being tried as a witch.

Claire Randall:
[turning around to face him] Yes. And I am. And I curse you. I curse you with the knowledge Jack Randall. [Black Jack looks genuinely frightened and hesitates] I give you the hour of your death, Jonathan Wolverton Randall. Born September 3, 1705 dies~~~ [whispers into his ear and they look at each other in the glare of the torch]

Black Jack Randall:
You truly have a gift for showing up at the most unexpected times

Claire Randall:
[looking at Black Jack] You beast!

Black Jack Randall:
[calmly] You can do better than that

Claire Randall:
You f***ing sadistic piece of sh*t! I should have slit your throat when you were laying unconscious at Fort Williams

Black Jack Randall:
[amused] Yes, you will come to regret that, I'm afraid. [confronting Claire] You're no coward. I will grant you that. You're a fitting match for your husband and I cannot give you a better compliment than that

Claire Randall:
We have t go back for him

Murtagh Fraser:
[seeing the cattle and smiling] I know how we kin save young Jamie

Jamie Fraser:
[At Wentworth Prison, about to be hanged] When they come to get you, I'll wrap my chain around their necks. You grab his musket.

Taran MacQuarrie:
They'll shoot us down like dogs.

Jamie Fraser:
Not dogs. Men.

Taran MacQuarrie:
[as he is lead to the gallows] I have but one regret, Fraser.

Jamie Fraser:
What would that be, Mr. MacQuarrie?

Taran MacQuarrie:
That I'll be climbing those steps before you. The other way around, you could put in a good word for me with St. Peter.

Jamie Fraser:
I won't surrender. To you. Or any man.

Captain Jonathan Randall:
I have to admit [with a small smile] there is a part of me that would be crestfallen if you did.