Ramirez: Most people have a full measure of life... and most people just watch it slowly drip away. But if you can summon it all up... at one time... in one place... you can accomplish something... glorious.
Hamlet: Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Ramirez: Sir... whatever you gentlemen felt for each other when your friend was still alive... is certainly none of my affair.
Hamlet: [breaks character, turns] What's your fucking game, shithead?
Ramirez: Shithead? What's a shithead?
Katana: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. If you don't take it out and use it, it's going to rust.
[U.S. Cable-TV Version]
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.
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 sit 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.
Salesman in Gentlemans Tailor: May I help you sir?
Ramirez: I would like a set of clothes.
Salesman in Gentlemans Tailor: 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 in Gentlemans Tailor: Well... you say so, sir.
Ramirez: Well let's get started. I have a long journey ahead of me and limited time.
Salesman in Gentlemans Tailor: 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 in Gentlemans Tailor: *Finger snap!*
[after almost being hit by a truck]
Ramirez: So much for the Horse and Cart
Ramirez: ...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.
David Blake: Oh, I think I've had enough of you. Goodbye, Attila.
Katana: Nicely played, MacLeod, but the game's not over yet.
Ramirez: [confused after Hamlet actor swears at him] Shithead? What's a shithead?
Ramirez: Remember, Highlander, you've both still got your full measure of life. Use it well, and your future will be glorious.