Campbell Quotes in Braveheart (1995)

Guard: Volunteers comin' in!

Faudron: [kneels] William Wallace, we've come to fight and to die for you.

William Wallace: Stand up, man, I'm not the Pope.

Faudron: [smiles and stands] My name is Faudron. My sword is yours. I brought you this.

[reaches for something, Hamish tries to stop him]

Guard: We checked 'em for arms.

Faudron: I brought you this.

[pulls out a sash]

Faudron: My wife made it for you.

William Wallace: Thank you.

Stephen: [starts laughing] Him? That can't be William Wallace. I'm *prettier* than this man!

[to the sky]

Stephen: Alright, Father, I'll ask him.

[to William]

Stephen: 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.

[to the sky]

Stephen: Yes, Father!

[to Hamish]

Stephen: The Almight says, "Don't change the subject, just answer the fuckin' question."

Hamish: Mind your tongue.

Campbell: Insane Irish.

Stephen: [draws a dagger on Campbell; everyone draws weapons] Smart enough to get a dagger past your guards, old man.

William Wallace: That's my friend, Irishman. And the answer to your question is "yes". You fight for me, you get to kill the English.

Stephen: [grins] Excellent!

[removes his dagger]

Stephen: Stephen is my name. I the most wanted man on my island, except I'm not on my island, of course. More's the pity.

Hamish: "Your island"? You mean Ireland?

Stephen: Yeah. It's mine.

Hamish: You're a madman.

Stephen: [nods and starts laughing, then Hamish does as well] I've come to the right place, then.

Hamish: Some men are longer than others.

Campbell: Your mother been telling ya stories about me again, eh?

William Wallace: [after being outthrown] That's a good throw.

Hamish: Aye. Aye, it was.

William Wallace: I was wondering if you could do that when it matters.

[Hamish stares at him]

William Wallace: As it - as it matters in battle.

[Hamish continues staring]

William Wallace: Could you crush a man with that throw?

Hamish: I could crush you, like a worm.

Crowd: Oooohhh!

William Wallace: You could?

Hamish: Aye.

William Wallace: Well, then do it.

[to the crowd]

William Wallace: Would you like to see him crush me like a worm?

[the crowd cheers]

Murron: Aye!

William Wallace: [picks up a small stone] Come do it.

Hamish: You'll move.

William Wallace: I will not.

Hamish: Right.

Campbell: He'll move.

Morrison: Come on, Hamish!

Campbell: Come on there, boy!

[Hamish throws the stone but misses the unflinching Wallace]

Campbell: [pointing at Wallace] Well done!

[Wallace throws his stone hitting Hamish's head]

Hamish: Ah!

Crowd: Oooh!

Campbell: Fine display, young Wallace!

Campbell: [after his wound is cauterized] That'll wake you up in the mornin', boy!

Campbell: I'm dying. Let me be.

Hamish: No. You're going to live.

Campbell: I've lived long enough to live free. Proud to see you become the man you are. I'm a happy man.

Hamish: There's somebody coming.

Campbell: MacGregors from the next clan.

MacGregor: We heard about what was happenin' and don't want you "Amadans" thinkin' you can have your fun without us.

William Wallace: Go home. Some of us are in this; can't help that, now. But you can help yourselves. Go home.

MacGregor: We'll have no homes left when the English garrison from the castle comes through and burns us out. And they will!

[Wallace motions for the MacGregors to join them]

Campbell: Teachers can't fight!

Strickland: We're gonna handle our differences like real men.

Campbell: What differences?

Strickland: You got a job and I don't! That's the fucking difference!

Strickland: [From red-band trailer] What the fuck is this? Is this a practical joke?

Coach Crawford: Oh, shit.

Strickland: Don't have money for books. We got money for this new fucking...

Campbell: All you got to do is put in your order and it does the rest.

Strickland: [to machine] Coffee.

Coach Crawford: You're going to fuck that coffee machine up.

Campbell: [Grabs baseball bat] Batter up, bitch!

Campbell: I'm fucking done with this shit! Strickland wants to fuck with me? Campbell's going to fuck right back!

Campbell: [Covered in blue paint] Motherfucking little motherfucking sons of bitches!

Campbell: [Annoying Mehar] Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Neil: MacBook Pro.

Campbell: I'm sorry, what?

Campbell: Look, we can get caught up in the whole statement game. Who said what and what they meant by what they said, and what words mean when people say them, and, you know, who's making a statement and what the statement means, and whose statement has something to do with something that someone else says. And, see, statements get... You know? And then...

Campbell: Teachers don't fight!

Cabot Young: You must have missed!

Campbell: Naw, we just killed the same one twice!

[takes aim and shoots Indian off his pony with one shot]

Campbell: See what I mean?