Outlander Quotes: "Je Suis Prest"

[ElectricBoogaloo]

Jamie: There is the law and there is what is done.

Claire: My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Jamie: A poem from your time?
Claire: It's a song called "America." It has the same melody as "God Save Great George Our King."
Jamie: You're telling me the Americans stole it from King George and made it their own?
Claire: We did.
Jamie: I heartily applaud it then.

Peter: Why is it that grandmothers seem to be in the habit of dying just when my students have an essay on the poetry of the first World War to hand in?

Claire: We could build somewhere else. We do have ten thousand acres.

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Jamie: Sassenach, where's my hat?
Claire: I don't know. Where did you last see it?
Jamie: If I ken that, I'd be wearing it.

Claire: I don't know the word for uncle in German.
Tommy: Onkel.

Claire: You have no idea you're a Christmas porkchop, do you?

Ian: I wonder if you could make an exception for a fellow Scot?
Murtagh: I'd be here all night by that logic.

Ian: Uncle, you ken this old coot?

Murtagh: You'll need you courage. A rifle or two couldn't hurt either.

Murtagh: I'm not a leader. I'm but an old man who's been through it before.

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Claire: Perhaps you should stay. You've barely had time to complain at all.

John: [The governor and I] met some years ago in London. We're both members of the Society for the Appreciation of the English Beefsteak.
Jamie: Ian would love to hear of such a club.

Jamie: There's the back country, John, and there is the wilderness.

John: Can I interest you in a game of chess?
Jamie: I'm afraid I don't have a chess set.
John: Fortunately for you, I brought mine. I'd never travel without it.

Jamie: There's a privy just behind the cabin, Master William.
William: Outside? Can't someone fetch a chamber pot?

John: Perhaps I've had too much to wine, but it sounds as though you're suggesting I'm here to spy upon [Jamie].
Claire: Are you?

Jamie: Try a wee drop of this. You're meant to drink it, John, not savor the scent.
[John coughs]
John: Let me guess. It's meant to be whiskey.
Jamie: After it ages a bit, it may be.

William: You, sir, are a lout.

John: You cannot be at all a comfortable woman to live with.

John: I was an adequate husband.

John: You are a rather remarkable woman.
Claire: In what way?
John: You are neither circumspect nor circuitous.

Jamie: Where are you going?
William: I'm allowing you time to dress the deer.
Jamie: Your servants may have dressed the game at home but here in the new world, we're not hunting for sport. You dinna prepare the grou, you dinna eat.

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Fiona: For your sake, I hope that time travel is a reality. Otherwise you'll have shaved your beard for nothing.

Frank: Your mother and I are getting a divorce.
Brianna: What are you talking about? Don't be silly. You're too old to get a divorce.

Brianna: So, what? Just poof! You're over? And I have no say?

[bettername2come]

Roger: Brianna, we have this gift, but we cannot be the arbiters of who lives and who dies, or we'd save all our loved ones. 

[ElectricBoogaloo]

Brianna: What are you doing here?
Roger: Looking for you. At no small risk to life and limb, I might add.
Brianna: You weren't supposed to come here. That wasn't the plan.
Roger: What, and you call tearing off into bloody nowhere a plan?

Tryon: Never trust a Virginian.

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Ian: Pardon, I didn't ken you were with company.
Jamie: She's not company, lad. She's...
Claire: Our daughter.
Jamie: Brianna. Your cousin.
Claire: I know it's a surprise but we'll explain it all later.
Ian. When it comes to you, Auntie Claire, I've learned it's better not to ask too many questions.

Jamie: The news [Brianna] brought [about the fire].
Claire: It certainly is disconcerting. We could make sure we're never in the cabin the Sunday before January 21st.
Jamie: Every year for a decade?
Claire: We'll make a holiday out of it.

Jamie: It's a far cry from the still cellar at Leoch. It does make whiskey though.
Ian: Of a sort.

Brianna: Does everyone always call you Young Ian?
Ian: When I was a bairn, it was Wee Ian.

Brianna: What are we hunting?
Jamie: Bees.
Brianna: How do you hunt bees?
Jamie: Look for flowers.

Jamie: Get rid of [Roger].
Ian: Should I kill him?
Jamie: No, I won't make a murderer of you.

Edited December 31, 2018 by ElectricBoogaloo

[bettername2come]

Jamie: We havena had much luck changing history in the past, Claire.

Just because when I first heard this in the promo, I was very confused because my first thought was "when else would she have tried to change history?" before context set in. 

[ElectricBoogaloo]

Jamie: [Ian]'s smitten with you, lass.
Brianna: He's my cousin.
Jamie: Can you not be smitten with cousins in your time?
Brianna: It's, uh, not encouraged.

Claire: Hamburgers. Messy cheeseburgers with all the fixings from Carmi's.
Brianna: Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Claire: Aspirin.
Brianna: Seriously, aspirin? Leave it to the doctor.
Claire: You tell me that the next time you have a headache. 
Brianna: Led Zeppelin.
Claire: Led Zeppelin?
Brianna: It's a band. You wouldn't like them.
Claire: Maybe I would.
Brianna: I doubt it.
Claire: Oh, music. To be able to listen to it anytime you want, just to be able to put a record on. Some good jazz. 
Brianna: Toilets.
Claire and Brianna: That flush.

Brianna: No, you do not get to be more angry than me!

Claire: You told me you hit a tree. 
Jamie: No. You said that. I just let you believe it.

Ian: Cousin? For my part in this calamity, I want you to know, if we dinna find [Roger], it would be my honor to take yer hand in the holy sacrament of marriage
Jamie: Get off your knee, ye idjit.

Edited January 7, 2019 by ElectricBoogaloo

[WatchrTina]

Ah you got most of the good ones but you missed this one:

Brianna (to Claire): “After everything those two have done, can you look me in the eye and tell me you trust their judgment?”

[ElectricBoogaloo]

Lizzie: What about your father? Will you forgive him as well? He wouldn't have done what he did if I hadn't been mistaken about Mr. Wakefield.
Brianna: Even if I could forgive him for what he did to Roger, I can't forget the things he said to me.

Marsali: Tell Fergus you want him to fight alongside you.
Murtagh: Marriage not all you hoped it would be, lass? If you're wanting to be rid of him, I can take him out back and-
Marsali: If I wanted him shot, I'd do it myself. And it wouldn't be Fergus I'd take aim at first. He doesn't put his boots on my blankets.

Jocasta: [Ellen] was our father's favorite. She remained unmarried well past the time a young woman ought to be settled with a husband, but he wouldn't force her into a marriage she herself wouldn't accept.
Brianna: How modern of him.

Brianna: May I speak frankly?
Jocasta: Of course. You've been doing so all evening.

Jocasta: If we are speaking frankly, niece, it's time we found you a husband.
Brianna: And what if I don't want a husband?
Jocasta: What does want have to do with it?
Jocasta: Everything. You've a bairn coming. Your time to be particular is long past.

Bonnet: I think you've got the wrong room, sir.
Murtagh: Oh, aye. I'm looking for a gentleman. You're no gentleman.

John: Sometimes, people do the wrong thing for the right reasons. I'm sure your father would know something about that.

Brianna: I don't know what's worse - dwelling on the past or thinking about the future.

Edited January 13, 2019 by ElectricBoogaloo

[WatchrTina]

Forbes (to Brianna):  "Must I close my eyes while ye are before me?"

Brianna (coldly):  "Yes"

[ElectricBoogaloo]

John: Your father entrusted me with the task of looking after you. I'm not sure that involves taking afternoon tea with a murderer.

[Nidratime]

Roger: Back to the idiot hut. (Seems that Bree attracts "idiots/eejits". First Roger, then Ian. ;-)

[ElectricBoogaloo]

Jamie: Nervous?
Roger: About what the day has in store for me or that you have a blade to my throat?

Roger: Bree and I cannot thank you enough for the gift of this cabin.
Jamie: Couldn't have my wee grandson sleeping in the woods now, could we?
Roger: I was thinking of adding a loft. Bree said she'd draw up some plans for me to follow.
Jamie: Have you the right tools?
Roger: Well, they say it's a bad tradesman who blames his tools for his lack of skills.

Jamie: I ken what love can make a man do. Gives you courage but not the sense to go along with it. And no good love'll do either of them if he gets himself killed.
Claire: He's a scholar. I'm not sure his area of expertise covers the dangers of the Carolina wilderness.

Germain: Don't touch my hair.
Roger: Germain, you daft thing, why not?
Germain: Grand-père says you have ticks.
Roger: Ticks?
Germain: Oui. Says all Presbyterians have hair ticks.

Roger: So your father thinks I'm heretic.
Brianna: Oh, it's not just you. He thinks all Presbyterians are.

Roger: A wise man once said, "No one dances sober unless he's insane."

John: There's never a dull moment or any rest where youth and pleasure meet.

Murtagh: What took you so long?
Jocasta: Well, I'm not in the habit of traipsing out to a shed to meet my acquaintances.

Jamie: When it comes to politics, sassenach, there's not much difference between making the right friends and the right enemies.

Murtagh: You cannot change a man. You can only change his circumstance.

Jamie: Fergus, son of my name and of my heart.

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Roger: The apprentice under the root cellar - surely that's a Nancy Drew novel begging to be written.

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Claire: What sort of teacher would I be if I simply gave you all the answers?

Briana: I feel like Scarlett O'Hara - all the men leaving the plantation.

Jamie: When I thought Blackjack dead, it allowed me some peace.
Claire: Peace from contemplating revenge?

Fanny: Having a baby doesn't make me a mother any more than sleeping in a stable makes someone a horse.

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Jamie: Who's Dr. Rawlings?
Claire: Me.
Jamie: You? Beauchamp, Randall, Fraser, now Rawlings. You have another husband I should ken about?

Claire: Can you recite the alphabet backwards?
Jamie: I expect so. English or Greek?

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Claire: Time is a lot of the things that people say God is. [...] And if time is anything akin to God, I suppose that memory must be the devil.

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Quinc:y: If I had my gloves, I would throw one down. Then we would see who had any sense of good old fashioned honor.

Atticus: Always at least one self righteous pillock at a wedding.

Atticus: The moment anyone discovers that I'm a judge, suddenly everyone in the vicinity is a moral philosopher or expert in matters of the law.

Roger: When your father left me in charge, I thought I might have to mend a fence or wrangle the odd runaway cow, but no, I get a biblical plague.

I'm afraid they don't serve ale at the coffeehouse.

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Jamie: War's not like hunting. The deer and the possums are not trying to kill you.
But ma says the point of hunting is to kill something and the point of war is to come back alive.
Jamie: War is killing. That's that.

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Briana: Just know that I'll be teaching Jem to say sweater and aluminum. It's not going to be jumper or aluminium.

Jocasta: I ken it's not my place. Murtagh and I were not husband and wife.
Jamie: Neither were we father and son but it doesn't make the pain any less or easier to bear.

Jocasta: How careful we'd be if we kent which goodbyes were our last.

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Claire: For most people, life as they find it is often the life they lead.

Claire: I've never seen anything like it before.
Jamie: Dinna tell me you don't have snakes in your time.
Claire: Yes, but you wouldn't usually call a surgeon about a snakebite. The closest thing I've come to it is when a man got  bitten by a king cobra. My friend invited me to watch the autopsy.

Claire: You look like you've been roasted over a spit.
Jamie: You should work on your bedside manner, sassenach.

Roger: Ferrying you about is becoming an everyday occurrence.

Jamie: What good would I be with only one leg?
Ian: Did you ever say that to my father or to Fergus?
Jamie: Fergus was but a wee lad when he lost his hand.
Ian: And what difference does that make?
Jamie: He and your father are far more courageous than me.
Ian: Or not as proud or as stubborn. They're still the same. It's still them.
Jamie: It is a matter of honor.
Ian: They lost hand and leg in battle. There's nothing honorable about being bitten by a snake.

Fergus: What is it?
Ian: It's nothing.
Fergus: You're a terrible liar.

Roger: I wanted to be sure you were fine before I, uh, well, I'd like to point out that you are in fact, alive.
Jamie: I didn't think you'd be one to gloat, professor.
Roger: I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. I may never get another one.

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Forbes: The time has come to approach the magistrate with our request. Obviously your occupation makes matters a bit more difficult.
Bonnet: A gentleman has no occupation.
Forbes: Precisely. And that is why, as your lawyer, I advise you to be more discreet with your dealings.

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Claire: It's a document of manumission signed by Jocasta Cameron and witnessed by Gerald Forbes.
Ulysses: That was rather ironic, I suppose.

Fergus: What a privilege to help with such a task.
Jamie: You may laugh but there's an art to it.
Fergus: Voltaire says the perfect is the enemy of the good.
Jamie: I'm sure Voltaire never dug a privy in his life.

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Marsali: [Clare] took an oath to do no harm. I have taken no such oath. You hurt me. You hurt my family. You hurt my ma. I'll watch you burn in hell before I let you harm another soul in this house.