Connor MacLeod Quotes in Highlander (1986)

[repeated line by Ramirez, The Kurgan and Connor MacLeod]

Connor MacLeod: There can be only one!

Connor MacLeod: I am Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. I was born in 1518 in the village of Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel. And I am immortal.

Kurgan: [to a pair of nuns passing by him] Happy Hallowe'en, ladies!

Kurgan: Nuns. No sense of humor.

Connor MacLeod: Ramirez's blade did not cut deeply enough. He was right about you. You're slime.

Kurgan: Ramirez was an effete snob! He died on his knees. I took his head and raped his woman before his blood was even cold.

[MacLeod looks at him in fury]

Kurgan: Ah, I see. Ramirez lied. She was not his woman. She was *your* woman. And she never told you. I wonder why. Perhaps I gave her something you never could, and secretly she yearned for my return.

Kurgan: [MacLeod attempts to throttle Kurgan in a church] Holy *ground*, Highlander! Remember what Ramirez taught you.

Ramirez: The Kurgan. He is the strongest of all the immortals. He's the *perfect* warrior. If he wins the Prize, mortal man would suffer an eternity of darkness.

Connor MacLeod: How do you fight such a savage?

Ramirez: With heart, faith and steel. In the end there can be only one.

Connor MacLeod: I apologize for calling your wife a bloated warthog, and I bid you good day.

[after Connor has called Ramirez a "haggis"]

Ramirez: Haggis? What is haggis?

Connor MacLeod: Sheep's stomach, stuffed with meat and barley.

Ramirez: And what do you do with it?

Connor MacLeod: You eat it.

Ramirez: How revolting!

Connor MacLeod: I don't like boats, I don't like water. I'm a man, not a fish.

Ramirez: So you complain endlessly.

Connor MacLeod: You look like a woman you stupid haggis.

Ramirez: Haggis? What is haggis?

Connor MacLeod: Sheep's stomach stuffed with meat and barley

Ramirez: And what do you do with it?

Connor MacLeod: You eat it!

Ramirez: How revolting!

[Ramirez sneezes]

Connor MacLeod: Be still for God's sake! You'll tip us over.

Ramirez: So?

Connor MacLeod: I cannot swim you Spanish peacock.

Ramirez: I'm not Spanish, I'm Egyptian.

Connor MacLeod: You said you were from Spain! You're a liar!

Ramirez: You have the manners of a goat and you smell like a dung-heap. And you've no knowledge whatsoever of your potential. Now, get out!

[Throws MacLeod into the lake]

[after some passionate sex]

Heather: You can do that to me forever if you like, my Lord.

Connor MacLeod: Aye! I will.

Connor MacLeod: I've been alive for four and a half centuries, and I cannot die.

Brenda: Well, everyone has got their problems

[to a german soldier during WWII]

Connor MacLeod: Whatever you say, Jack. You are the master race.

Connor MacLeod: What is it?

Sunda Kastagir: Boom-boom. A big strong man like you shouldn't be afraid of a little boom-boom. Or maybe you think I'm trying to poison you.

Connor MacLeod: I think you're crazy, Kastagir.

Ramirez: [after MacLeod misses him with his sword] Crude and slow clansman, your attack was no better then that of a clumsy child.

Connor MacLeod: This cannot be, it's the devil's work.

Ramirez: You cannot die, MacLeod, accept it.

Connor MacLeod: [laughs before realising Ramirez was serious] I hate you.

Ramirez: Good. That is a perfect place to start.

Connor MacLeod: Tell me how'd it happen for God's sake.

Ramirez: Why does the sun come up? Or are the stars just pin holes in the curtain of night, who knows? What I do know is that because you were born different, men will fear you... try to drive you away like the people of your village.

[MacLeod turns his back]

Ramirez: You must learn to conceal your special gift and harness it until the time of the gathering.

Connor MacLeod: What gathering?

Ramirez: When only a few of us are left, we will feel an irresistible pull towards a far away land... to fight for the prize.

Sunda Kastagir: Macleod, it's good to see you again. It seems like a hundred years.

Connor MacLeod: It's been a hundred years.

Connor MacLeod: [Paying his respects at church] For you, my bonny Heather: Happy birthday. And you, Juan Ramirez: Take care of her, you overdressed haggis.

Connor MacLeod: Wanna hear another theory?

Lieutenant Frank Moran: Uh-huh.

Connor MacLeod: This Fasil was so upset about the lousy wrestling tonight, that he went down to the garage and in a fit of depression cut off his *own* head!

Ramirez: The sensation you are feeling is the quickening.

Connor MacLeod: Who are you?

Ramirez: We are the same, MacLeod. We are *brothers*!

Connor MacLeod: What are you looking at, Rachel?

Rachel: The eyes in the back of your head. People are asking about you. What am I supposed to tell them?

Connor MacLeod: Simple. Tell them I'm immortal.

Connor MacLeod: I don't like boats. I don't like water. I'm a man not a fish.

Ramirez: [singing] B-A-L-A-N-C-E, balance...

Connor MacLeod: I don't like boats, I don't like water. I'm a man, not a fish!

Ramirez: Oh, you complain endlessly.

Connor MacLeod: You look like a woman, you stupid haggis!

Connor MacLeod: [Drunk with a wig covering his eyes whilst in the middle of a duel] Christ, I've gone blind!

Connor MacLeod: I have the power! Aye, the quickening that empowers me! I feel everything! I know... I know everything! I am everything!

Connor MacLeod: You're a liar!

Ramirez: You have the manners of a goat. And you smell like a dung-heap! And you have no knowledge whatsoever of your potential! Now.

[shouts]

Ramirez: Get out!

[rocks the boat, sending MacLeod into the lake]

Connor MacLeod: [as Ramirez rows away] Help me, I'm drowning!

Ramirez: You can't drown, you fool, you're immortal!

[continues rowing]

Garfield: Are you a faggot, Nash?

Connor MacLeod: Why, Garfield? Cruisin' for a piece of ass?

Garfield: I'll tell you what happened, Russell. You went down to that garage for a blow job. But you didn't want to pay for it.

Connor MacLeod: You're sick.

Ramirez: You cannot die, MacLeod. Accept it.

Connor MacLeod: I hate you!

Ramirez: Good. That is a perfect way to start.

Rachel: Will you listen to me for one moment? You can't hide your feelings from me! I've known you too long.

Connor MacLeod: What feelings?

Rachel: How about loneliness?

Connor MacLeod: I'm not lonely. I've got everything I need right here.

Rachel: Oh no you don't. You refuse to let anyone love you.

Connor MacLeod: Love is for poets.

[Saying his farewell to Rachel]

Connor MacLeod: Hey, it's a kind of magic!

Connor MacLeod: Nice to see you Kurgan. Who cuts your hair?

Connor MacLeod: [to Ramirez] If it came down to just us two, would you take my head?

Connor MacLeod: I can love and have children. Live and grow old. You never prepared me for that... you Spanish peacock.

Heather: Don't see me, Connor - let me die in peace. Where are we?

Connor MacLeod: We're in the Highlands, where else? Running down a mountainside. The sun is shining. It's not cold. You've got your sheepskins on, and the boots I made for you. Good night, my bonny Heather.

Connor MacLeod: You only have one life! If you value it, go home!

[Connor is being chased out of the village]

Angus MacLeod: Can you walk, Connor?

Connor MacLeod: I'll bloody well walk out of here!

Brenda: I was hoping you could give me some advice.

Connor MacLeod: Are you the kind of woman who takes advice?

Brenda: Sometimes.

Connor MacLeod: Advice about what?

Brenda: What can you tell me about a seven foot lunatic hacking away with a broadsword at one o'clock in the morning, New York City, 1985?

Connor MacLeod: ...Not much.

Connor MacLeod: [after discovering Brenda's hidden gun] I like your place, Brenda.

Connor MacLeod: What are you doing here?

Brenda: I'm looking for a dead guy named Nash. He died at birth in Syracuse, New York.

Connor MacLeod: Sweet Rachel, you always knew this would happen: Russel Nash dies tonight.

Dugal MacLeod: [as the McLeods prepare for battle against the Fraziers] . Are you scared Conner? Ha ha!

Connor MacLeod: No cousin Dugal. I'm not!

Angus MacLeod: Don't talk nonsense, man! I peed my kilt the first time I went into battle!

[laughter]

Dugal MacLeod: Aye! Angus pees his kilt all the time!

[More laughter]

Dugal MacLeod: .

Barman: [Brenda sitting alone in a pub] Hey, Brenda. The usual?

Brenda: Lots of it.

Barman: [Barman pours Brenda's drink into her glass] Say when.

Brenda: When.

Barman: [Connor arrives and sits at the bar] Excuse me a minute, Brenda.

Connor MacLeod: A double Glenmorangie on the rocks.

Barman: Glenmorangie? - Right.

Connor MacLeod: Go to the Garden often?

Brenda: What did you say?

Connor MacLeod: [Connor points at himself] Hmm?

Brenda: [Brenda walks over to Connor] What did you say?

Connor MacLeod: Madison Square Garden. Do you go there often?

Brenda: Why?

Connor MacLeod: Basketball, the circus, wrestling...

Brenda: Why are you asking me about it? Have you been following me?

Connor MacLeod: I'd like to walk you home, Brenda.

Brenda: I can take care of myself.

[Brenda throws money on the bar and leaves]

[MacLeod has just decapitated two villains and has suddenly become 30 years younger]

Louise: Who are you?

Connor MacLeod: I'm Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. I was banished from the Planet Zeist 500 years ago... and I cannot die.

[They embrace and kiss]

Connor MacLeod: In the days before memory, there were the Immortals. We were with you then, and we are with you now. We are driven by the endless fight to survive in a Game which knows no limits of time or place. We are the seeds of legend, but our true origin are unknown. We simply are.

Connor MacLeod: Life brings hope and pain, but revenge never brings redemption.

Duncan MacLeod: No, Connor! Not like this! Come on, stop! Connor, stop!

Connor MacLeod: Duncan!

[long pause. Then quietly]

Connor MacLeod: One of us has to die now, old friend.

Duncan MacLeod: No.

Connor MacLeod: And you know it.

Duncan MacLeod: No.

Connor MacLeod: Good-bye, Duncan, my true brother.

Duncan MacLeod: I love you, Connor.

[takes Connor's head]

Connor MacLeod: [his voice coming through Duncan] Jacob Kell... time for redemption. The game isn't over yet.

[his face quickly, almost ghost-like, appears over Duncan's - Kell looks disturbed]

Connor MacLeod: What's the matter? "Don't you want to be inside me?"

[Connor's face once again briefly flashes in front of Duncan's]

Connor MacLeod: In the end...

Duncan MacLeod: [returning to his own voice] There can be... only one.

[takes Kell's head]

Duncan MacLeod: And you're not it.

Connor MacLeod: Every life I touch ends brutally and for no reason. It's a curse that's followed me for centuries. I can't outrun it and I can't out live it.

Connor MacLeod: Where is Kane?

Warrior #1: Don't worry about him. Worry about me.

Kane: I'll see you in hell!

Connor MacLeod: I'll be the judge of that.

[last lines]

Connor MacLeod: It's finally over.