Sean Connery as Juan Sanchez Villa-Lobos Ramirez in Highlander (1986)
Ramirez: [narrating] From the dawn of time we came; moving silently down through the centuries, living many secret lives, struggling to reach the time of the Gathering; when the few who remain will battle to the last. No one has ever known we were among you… until now.
Ramirez: You have the manners of a goat. And you smell like a dung-heap! And you have no knowledge whatsoever of your potential! Now.
Ramirez: Get out!
[rocks the boat, sending MacLeod into the lake]
Connor MacLeod: [as Ramirez rows away] Help me, I’m drowning!
Ramirez: You can’t drown, you fool, you’re immortal!
Connor MacLeod: This cannot be, it’s the devil’s work.
Ramirez: You cannot die, MacLeod, accept it.
Connor MacLeod: [laughs before realising Ramirez was serious] I hate you.
Ramirez: Good. That is a perfect place to start.
Ramirez: Why does the sun come up? Or are the stars just pin holes in the curtain of night, who knows? What I do know is that because you were born different, men will fear you… try to drive you away like the people of your village.
[MacLeod turns his back]
Ramirez: You must learn to conceal your special gift and harness it until the time of the gathering.
Connor MacLeod: What gathering?
Ramirez: When only a few of us are left, we will feel an irresistible pull towards a far away land… to fight for the prize.
Ramirez: Patience, Highlander. You have done well. But it’ll take time. You are generations being born and dying. You are at one with all living things. Each man’s thoughts and dreams are yours to know. You have power beyond imagination. Use it well, my friend.
Ramirez: So you complain endlessly.
Connor MacLeod: You look like a woman you stupid haggis.
Ramirez: Haggis? What is haggis?
Connor MacLeod: Sheep’s stomach stuffed with meat and barley
Ramirez: And what do you do with it?
Connor MacLeod: You eat it!
Ramirez: How revolting!
Connor MacLeod: Be still for God’s sake! You’ll tip us over.
Connor MacLeod: I cannot swim you Spanish peacock.
Ramirez: I’m not Spanish, I’m Egyptian.
Connor MacLeod: You said you were from Spain! You’re a liar!
Ramirez: You have the manners of a goat and you smell like a dung-heap. And you’ve no knowledge whatsoever of your potential. Now, get out!
[Throws MacLeod into the lake]
[Connor and Heather look baffled]
Ramirez: I am Juan Sánchez Villalobos Ramírez, Chief metallurgist to King Charles V of Spain. And I’m at your service.