Mel Gibson's Braveheart, the story of Scottish freedom fighter William Wallace who led a war against England during the 13th century, was epic for so many reasons. For instance, there were the impressive "before-CG" battle scenes, in which up to 1600 extras fought to the (faux) death... (major shout outs for the amazing choice of blue face paint). Then there was the film's romantic, tear-jerking soundtrack, which would soon be overplayed to death at a wedding near you. And of course, there was Mel Gibson... the before-he-done-lost-his-marbles-and-became-fodder-for-TMZ Mel Gibson, who looked good in a kilt and whose massive mullet in the film we could manage to look past.
But alas, the most touching and inspiring element of the film were the endless quotes about freedom, dying, more freedom, and a little bit of arse! Here are some of our favorites:
Young William: I can fight.
Malcolm Wallace: I know. I know you can fight. But it's our wits that make us men.
William Wallace: Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you'll live... at least 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!
William Wallace: We all end up dead, it's just a question of how and why.
Magistrate: The prisoner wishes to say a word.
William Wallace: Freeeedommm!
William Wallace: There's a difference between us. You think the people of this country exist to provide you with position. I think your position exists to provide those people with freedom. And I go to make sure that they have it.
Malcolm Wallace: Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it.
Robert's Father: At last, you know what it means to hate. Now you're ready to be a king.
Robert the Bruce: My hate will die with you.
Queen Isabella: You see? Death comes to us all. But before it comes to you, know this: your blood dies with you. A child who is not of your line grows in my belly. Your son will not sit long on the throne. I swear it.
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.
William Wallace: Lower your flags and march straight back to England, stopping at every home you pass by to beg forgiveness for a hundred years of theft, rape, and murder. Do that and your men shall live. Do it not, and every one of you will die today.
William Wallace: Every man dies, not every man truly lives.