- Cassandra: Duncan, listen to me. The prophesy tells of a Highland foundling, born on the winter solstice, who passes through darkness into light and survives to challenge the voice of death.
- Duncan MacLeod: Really? Is this before or after I slay the dragon?
- Roland Kantos: The signs for the prophesy are all in place. You're all that stands in my way - or don't you believe in signs?
- Duncan MacLeod: Oh, no, I believe in signs. Don't litter. Don't step on the grass. No spitting.
- [Duncan beheads Kantos, then removes wax from his ears]
- Duncan MacLeod: Couldn't hear a word you said... Roland.