Jamie: What would they do in your time for snakebite?
Roger: They'd inject you with something called anti-venom.
Jamie: A venom to battle the venom. [chuckles]
It does make me feel better that you'll be here. Not so much as my physician, but to share it with me, as a, as my ma.Marsali
Brianna: Nasty sting you got there. Want me to blow on it?
Roger: You are a sadist. Must get it from your father.
Jemmy: Shit! [giggles]
Brianna: Oh, that's his new word. Must have got that from his father.
You know, Marsali and I try not to think about what we lack but what we have. You and I have a father and an uncle. We should be there for him when he needs us. That's all we can do.Fergus
You're an engineer, Bree, and whatever that is they call that here, you just have to find a way to be that.Claire
Jamie: Roger? You must kill Stephen Bonnet. If I canna, you must do it. He's alive.
Roger: I know. Brianna heard you and Lord John talkin' at the wedding.
Jamie: There's a man, Philip Whaley, indebted to me, he's arranged for Bonnet to smuggle my whiskey. If Bonnet agrees to a meetin', Lord John can with the particulars.
Roger: I don't know if I could take another man's life, even one who has done what Bonnet has done.
Jamie: You must. If I canna do it, you must. Claire's told me your father, Jeremiah, fought in the second great war. He would've, too, if you'd been of age.
Roger: Ay, but that's different. When a man is standin' there before you, flesh and blood, with fear in his eyes.
Jamie: Bonnet stood before me once, and I saved him from his rightful fate at the gallows. He murdered my friend, attacked my wife, and Bree. He. If I hadna done that.
Roger: But you did. And it's done; you can't change it.
Jamie: Perhaps this is my penance, and unfortunately for you, the son must pay for the sins of the father. For my mistakes, you must do this.
Roger: It's a hell of a time to get philosophical.
Jamie: No time like the present. And you're a university professor, or so everyone keeps tellin' me.
Jamie: If I go to hell, I'm glad you're coming with me.
Roger: [chuckles] Well, thank golly, you haven't lost your sense of humor.
Jamie: Roger Mac.
Roger: Do you need something?
Jamie: I wish to sleep in my own bed.
Roger: [sighs] Ferrying you about is becoming an everyday occurrence.
Lizzie: It's a good day for dying.
Claire: I hope you mean the cloth, Lizzie.
Brianna: It sounds so ominous.
Claire: You tried to die on me, didn't you? That's why you had Roger and Ian bring you in here.
Jamie: It wouldn't have taken much effort. Not dying was harder.
You know, there were times I felt guilty when I was younger for watching you and my father. I admired you so much, I ran away to Edinboro to be with you. But you're right. I do see how courageous my father was and is. I never thought I'd see the day I'd be ashamed of you, uncle.Young Ian
Claire: How do you feel?
Jamie: I feel like a bowl of moldy cripe ... with maggots.
Claire: You'd laugh on your death bed, wouldn't you?