Caitríona Balfe credited as playing...
Claire Randall
- Claire Randall: I'm a nurse.
- Jamie Fraser: Aye.
- [looks at Claire's chest]
- Claire Randall: Not a wet nurse.
- Claire Randall: Strange, the things you remember. Single images and feelings that stay with you down through the years. Like the moment I'd realized I'd never owned a vase. That I'd never lived in any place long enough to justify having such a simple thing. And how at that moment, I wanted nothing so much in all the world as to have a vase of my very own.
- Claire Randall: Once, travelling at night, I fell asleep in the passenger seat of a moving car, lulled by the noise and the motion into an illusion of serene weightlessness. Then the driver took a bridge too fast. And I woke to see the world spinning outside the car windows, and the sickening sensation of falling at high speed. That is as close as I can come to describing what I experienced. But it falls woefully short.
- Jamie Fraser: You don't look that heavy. If you won't walk, I shall pick you up and throw you over my shoulder! D'ye want me to do that?
- Claire Randall: No!
- Jamie Fraser: Well then, I guess that means you're coming with me.
- Claire Randall: You know Randall? Black Jack Randall, that is?
- Jamie Fraser: Aye. I won't risk you or anyone else being taken prisoner by that man.
- Claire Randall: But I can still recall every detail of the day when I saw the life I wanted sitting in a window. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I'd bought that vase and made a home for it. Would that have changed things? Would I have been happy? Who can say? I do know this. Even now, after all the pain and death and heartbreak that followed, I still would make the same choice.
- [last lines]
- Claire Randall: Castle Leoch. I'd been here with Frank two days ago. Or was that in the future? How could I remember something that hadn't happened yet? So far, I'd been assaulted, threatened, kidnapped and nearly raped. And somehow, I knew that my journey had only just begun.
- Claire Randall: Where is it? Where's the city? It should be visible from here.
- Jamie Fraser: Inverness? You're looking straight at it.
- Claire Randall: [voiceover] There were no electric lights as far as the eye could see. And as much as my rational mind rebelled against the idea, I knew in my heart that I was no longer in the 20th century.
- Claire Randall: People disappear all the time. Young girls run away from home. Children stray from their parents and are never seen again. Housewives take the grocery money and a taxi to the train station. Most are found, eventually. Disappearances, after all, have explanations... Usually.
- Claire Randall: [Captain Randall is threatening Claire] Let me go, you bastard!
- [spits at him]
- Captain Jonathan Randall: Ah, the speech of a lady but the language of a whore. I choose the whore.
- [attempts to rape Claire and is attacked by Murtagh]
- Claire Randall: [voiceover] If nothing else, my erstwhile savior fairly reeked of odors too foul to be part of any dream I was likely to conjure up.
- Claire Randall: I'd never put any stock in superstition, and my Catholicism was nominal at best. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that Mrs. Graham's words had a ring of prophecy. The war had taught me to cherish the present because tomorrow might not ever come to pass. But what I didn't know at the time was that tomorrow would prove less important than yesterday.
- Frank Randall: What do you suppose that is?
- Claire Randall: Huh? Oh, good Lord. Blood.
- Frank Randall: Are you sure?
- Claire Randall: I think I should know the look of blood by now.
- Claire Randall: I distinctly heard the barman in the pub last night refer to us as Sassenachs.
- Reverend Wakefield: I hope you didn't take offense. It only means Englishman, after all, or at worst, outlander.
- Claire Randall: [meeting Black Jack Randall] Frank? What the devil are you doing? You're not Frank.
- Captain Jonathan Randall: No, madam, I'm not.
- Claire Randall: Who the bloody hell are you?
- Captain Jonathan Randall: I'm Jonathan Randall. Captain of his majesty's eighth dragoons. At your service.
- [Claire flees]
- Claire Randall: They should have been ridiculous, and perhaps they were, parading in circles on top of a hill. But the hairs on the back of my neck prickled at the sight, and some small voice inside warned me I wasn't supposed to be here. I was een unwelcome voyeur to something ancient and powerful.