Sound clips from Braveheart
Fucked.wav (83K)
Stephen: The Lord tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he’s pretty sure you’re fucked.
Crush.wav (41K)
William Wallace: Could you crush a man with that throw?
Hamish: I could crush you like a worm.
Hate.wav (197K)
Robert’s Father: Alast you know what it means to hate. Now you’re ready to be a king.
Robert the Bruce: My hate will die with you.
Everyman.wav (75K)
William Wallace: Every man dies, not every man really lives.
Freedom.wav (89K)
William Wallace: …they may take our lives, but they’ll never take… OUR FREEDOM!
Wits.wav (111K)
Malcolm Wallace: I know you can fight. But it’s our wits that make us men.
Ready.wav (42K)
William Wallace: Are you ready for a war?
TwiceAsLong.wav (78K)
William Wallace: Twice as long as a man.
Hamish: That long? Some men are longer than others.
FreedomSpeech.mp3 (403K)
William Wallace: Sons of Scotland! I am William Wallace.
Soldier: William Wallace is seven feet tall!
William Wallace: Yes, I’ve heard. Kills men by the hundreds. And if HE were here, he’d consume the English with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his arse.
[Scottish army laughs]
William Wallace: I AM William Wallace! And I see a whole army of my country men, here, in defiance of tyranny. You’ve come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight?
Soldier: Against that? No, we’ll run, and we’ll live.
William Wallace: Aye, fight and you may die, run, and you’ll live… at least for a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin’ to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take… OUR FREEDOM!
[crowd cheers]
FreedomSpeech.wav (435K)
William Wallace: Aye, fight and you may die, run, and you’ll live… at least for a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin’ to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take… OUR FREEDOM!
MyIsland.mp3 (341K)
Stephen: [speaking heavenward] Him? That can’t be William Wallace. I’m prettier than this man. All right Father, I’ll ask him. If I risk my neck for you, will I get a chance to kill Englishmen?
Hamish: Is your father a ghost, or do you converse with the Almighty?
Stephen: In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God. Yes, Father. The Almighty says don’t change the subject; just answer the fucking question.
Hamish: Mind your tongue!
Campbell: Insane Irish!
Stephen: [draws a dagger and holds it to Campbell’s throat] Smart enough to get a dagger past your guards, old man.
William Wallace: [holding a spear at Stephen’s chest] That’s my friend, Irishman. And the answer to your question is yes – if you fight for me, you get to kill the English.
Stephen: Excellent! Stephen is my name! I’m the most wanted man on my island. Except I’m not on my island, of course.
Hamish: Your island? You mean Ireland?
Stephen: Yeah, it’s mine.
Hamish: You’re a madman.
Stephen: [laughs] I’ve come to the right place then.
Excellent.wav (68K)
William Wallace: And the answer to your question is yes. If you fight for me, ya get to kill the English.
Stephen: Excellent!
FuckingQuestion.wav (46K)
Stephen: The Almighty says don’t change the subject; just answer the fucking question.
Head.wav (73K)
Stephen: I didn’t like him anyway. He wasn’t right in the head.
FashionableFight.wav (53K)
Stephen: The Almighty says this must be a fashionable fight. It’s drawn the finest people.
BeYourselves.wav (57K)
Stephen: What do we do now?
William Wallace: Just be yourselves.
PickAFight.wav (33K)
Hamish: Where you going?
William Wallace: I’m going to pick a fight.
ForNothing.wav (36K)
Hamish: Well, we didn’t get dressed up for nothing.
BeforeYouLeave.wav (119K)
William Wallace: 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 arse.