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because you suffer from narcissism.

They're true Scots.

Then I must hope, sir...

- Where's Private Lucas? - Help me!

I couldn't leave my men out of all the fun, could I?

Did you hear what I fucking said?

Is that what you want?

Who was on watch?

I've been giving some thought to...

Right before yer eyes, huh?

It led the lad to confess his camp's location.

And then you smash 'em in the face!

I can see she's not been herself.

I'm Claire Randall, by the way.

Don't go to sleep in your socks.

when they stormed Wentworth Prison,

No, no, no, no, no, no. It's been horrible.

And I would give everything, everything I have

16 carriage-mounted cannon, mortars and muskets,

but if you let the boy go free,

Trench foot can lead to gangrene,

Encamped some 3 miles to the west.

Jamie, did ye no hear?

Narcissus fell in love

but they'll no go far with no wheels.

disciplined soldiers.

of good 16 gallopers will do General Cope

That's not what I expected you to say.

None will think less of you

Keep your distance.

Never felt more fit.

Sound of gunfire...

Together, you clots, together!

The men are coming along nicely.

For that, they'll receive six lashes apiece.

one directly next to the other.

A word with ye, Uncle.

We'll fight this one without you.

You all right, lass?

They'll run like chickens.

Then that's what I'll do.