“On our last mission - our "final exam" - we were airlifted to a remote region, and we parachuted directly into a hostile enclave. We had to subdue the enemy using hand-to-hand tactics like tae kwon do and pugil sticks, cut their hair in styles appropriate to their particular face shapes, and give them perms.”

“We are handed the balance of our blood and the shape of our lives and told to do something with them.”

“Ah, Maura, ye were right," he whispered. "All those years ago ye were right."Alexander leaned forward, and Lochiel waved his hand in a dismissing gesture. "'Tis naught but somethin' Maura said tae me on our weddin' night. She said we Highlanders possess the pride o' lions. Like lions, we nae fear tae temper our actions, only pride tae govern them.”

“No chance. It'd be like cutting off our hands.""Then learn to live without your hands.""No, because then we won't be able to do this," Ben says, giving him the finger [...]”

“On the moon we wore feathers in our hair, and rubies on our hands. On the moon we had gold spoons.”

“If we could read the past histories of all our enemies we would disregard all hostility for them.”