Volunteers comin' in! William Wallace, we've come to fight and to die for you. Stand up,...

Guard: Volunteers comin' in! Faudron: [kneels] William Wallace, we've come to fight and to die for you. William Wallace: Stand up, man, I'm not the Pope. Faudron: [smiles and stands] My name is Faudron. My sword is yours. I brought you this. [reaches for something, Hamish tries to stop him] Guard: We checked 'em for arms. Faudron: I brought you this. [pulls out a sash] Faudron: My wife made it for you. William Wallace: Thank you. Stephen: [starts laughing] Him? That can't be William Wallace. I'm *prettier* than this man! [to the sky] Stephen: Alright, Father, I'll ask him. [to William] Stephen: If I risk my neck for you, will I get a chance to kill Englishmen? Hamish: Is your father a ghost, or do you converse with the Almighty? Stephen: In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God. [to the sky] Stephen: Yes, Father! [to Hamish] Stephen: The Almight says, "Don't change the subject, just answer the fuckin' question." Hamish: Mind your tongue. Campbell: Insane Irish. Stephen: [draws a dagger on Campbell; everyone draws weapons] Smart enough to get a dagger past your guards, old man. William Wallace: That's my friend, Irishman. And the answer to your question is "yes". You fight for me, you get to kill the English. Stephen: [grins] Excellent! [removes his dagger] Stephen: Stephen is my name. I the most wanted man on my island, except I'm not on my island, of course. More's the pity. Hamish: "Your island"? You mean Ireland? Stephen: Yeah. It's mine. Hamish: You're a madman. Stephen: [nods and starts laughing, then Hamish does as well] I've come to the right place, then.