To join it, you give homage. I give homage to Scotland. And if this is your army, why does it go ?

We didn't come here to fight for them !

Home ! The English are too many !

Sons of Scotland!...

I am William Wallace!

William Wallace is seven feet tall ! Yes, I have heard!

He kills men by the hundreds! And if he were here, he would consume the English with fireballs from his eyes,

and bolts of lightning from his ass!

I am William Wallace.

And I see a whole army of my countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny.

You have come to fight as free men. And free men you are!

What will you do with freedom?

Will you fight?

Two thousand, against ten? No ! We will run--and live!

Aye, fight and you may die. Run and you will live, at least awhile. And dying in your bed many years from now,

would you be willing 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 make take our lives, but they will never take our freedom!