Doctor: "They were both dead before the car stopped. I'm amazed they got as far as they did. Gosh, I've never seen a mess like that. They must have taken about a hundred bullets or so."
[Connor and Ramirez get up]
Conner MacLeod: "One hundred and eight."
Ramirez: "One hundred and twelve, myself."
Conner MacLeod: "Aw, come on. You're not counting that little scratch, are you?"
Ramirez: "Scratch? What are you talking about? It passed right through me. Just look at my splendid waistcoat."