Highlander II: The Quickening

"We are joined in a way that can never be broken, not even by death. When you need me, you'll only have to call my name. I'll always find you."

"My apologies... enough of this useless banter, I will be on my way and leave you to converse with your skull. Farewell, dear shithead, farewell."

Salesman in Gentlemans Tailor: "May I help you sir?"
Ramirez: "I would like a set of clothes."
Salesman: "Then why not, indeed... We're the oldest gentlemans tailor in Scotland."
Ramirez: "Well then, I've come to the right place. Since I am without a doubt the oldest gentleman in Scotland."
Salesman: "Well... you say so, sir."
Ramirez: "Well let's get started. I have a long journey ahead of me and limited time."
Salesman: "I am afraid sir still doesn't understand. A suit may take several weeks to complete."
Ramirez: "I am afraid sir damn well does understand... and Sir, I'd like the set of clothes by three o' clock."
[Salesman snaps with his fingers]

"So much for the Horse and Cart."

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."

Katana: "The remains of your mortal wife. So frail. So earthy. So very dead."
Conner MacLeod: "At least she's at peace."
Katana: "Peace is highly overrated."
Conner MacLeod: "Things don't change, Katana, I like that. After all these years, you're still a jerk."

Louise Marcus: "Okay, now let me just see if I can get this straight. You come from another planet, and you're mortal there, but you're immortal here until you kill all the guys from there who have come here... and then you're mortal here... unless you go back there, or some more guys from there came here, in which case you become immortal here... again."
Conner MacLeod: "Something like that."

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. If you don't take it out and use it, it's going to rust."