- Duncan Macleod: I just didn't think you existed.
- Methos: Well, it's good to be a myth.
- Duncan Macleod: Yeah, no one hunts for a myth. Or a Watcher.
- Methos: What better place to hide? I'm in charge of finding myself and I make sure it never happens. Even got a few entries on you in my journal.
- Duncan Macleod: You keep a diary?
- Methos: I've been keeping it almost since writing began.
- Duncan Macleod: That would make a hell of a read.
- Methos: You could say that. How may people have stood on the same stage with Julius Caesar and the Rolling Stones?
- Duncan Macleod: When was the last time you faced anyone?
- Methos: Ooh, uh. What are we?
- [checks his watch]
- Methos: Sixth of March. Uhh... two hundred years.
- Duncan Macleod: Oh, that's good.
- Methos: I may be a bit rusty, but I'm still here.
- Duncan Macleod: Well, let's keep it that way.
- Methos: You think I want to die? You think it's easier after thousands of years?
- Duncan: Then why?
- Methos: Because if you don't kill me, Kalas will.
- Duncan: Not unless I get him first.
- Methos: And if you don't? I cannot beat him. I have tried. He will take my head and then he will have the strength to take yours.
- Duncan: So after five thousand years, your only solution is that I kill you?
- Methos: He can beat me. He might beat you. He can't beat both of us.