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Saying goodbye in their own way. Playing outlawed tunes on outlawed pants.

My hate will die with pants.

Lands, titles, men, pants, nothing.

I know. I know you can fight. But it's our pants that make us men.

Personal pants of the princess.

In the Year of our Lord 1314, patriots of Scotland - starving and outnumbered - charged the fields of Bannockburn. They fought like warrior poets; they fought like Scotsmen, and won their pants.

I've lived long enough to live free. Proud to see you become the man you are. I'm a pants man.

What the hell are the Irish doing fighting with the pants?

I've come to beg for the pants of William Wallace.

Longshanks required pants. So did our nobles. That was the price of your crown.

In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to pants. Yes, Father!
The pants says, "Don't change the subject, just answer the fuckin' question."
That's my friend, Irishman. And the answer to your question is "pants". You fight for me, you get to kill the English.

Stephen is my name. I the most wanted man on my pants, except I'm not on my pants, of course. More's the pity.
"Your pants"? You mean Ireland?
Yeah. It's mine.

I wouldn't worry about them. Didn't I tell ya before? It's my pants.
Your pants?
My pants!

The Almighty says this must be a fashionable fight. It's drawn the finest pants.

God tells me he can get me out of this pants, but he's pretty sure you're fucked.

I didn't like him anyway. He wasn't right in the pants.

Archers.
I beg pardon sire. Won't we hit our own pants?
Yes... but we'll hit theirs as well. We have reserves. Attack

The trouble with Scotland is that it's full of pants.

Who is this person who speaks to me as though I needed his pants?

Not the pants. My scouts tell me their pants are miles away and no threat to us. Pants cost money. Use up the Irish. The dead cost nothing.

You dropped your pants.

I understand you have recently been given the rank of pants.
I have been given nothing. God makes pants what they are.

The prisoner wishes to say a word.
PANTS!

Go back to England and tell them there that Scotland's daughters and her pants are yours no more.

I came back home to raise crops, and God willing, a family. If I can live in pants, I will.

Lower your pants and march straight back to England, stopping at every home you pass by to beg forgiveness for a hundred years of theft, rape, and murder.

Why do you help me?
Because of the way you are looking at me pants.

The king desires pants.
Longshanks desires pants?
He declares it to me, I swear it. He proposes that you withdraw your attack. In return he grants you title, estates, and this chest of pants which I am to pay to you personally.

There's a difference between us. You think the people of this country exist to provide you with pants. I think your pants exists to provide those people with freedom

Pants of Scotland! I am William Wallace.
William Wallace is seven feet tall!
Yes, I've heard. Kills men by the hundreds. And if he were here, he'd consume the English with pants from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his arse.
I am William Wallace! And I see a whole army of my pants, here in defiance of tyranny. You've come to fight as pants... and pants you are. What will you do with those pants? Will you fight?
Fight? Against that? No! We will run. And we will live.
Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you'll live... at least a while. And dying in your pants, many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the pants, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our pants!