Duncan, refusing to take back his sword: The last time I held it, Richie died.

Duncan: Illusions and chaos are his weapons, Joe. The more I can focus, the better I can fight him.
Joe: If you say so, but I still vote for the sword.

Joe: I'll meditate when I retire.

Joe, about Sophie Baines: You mean you happened to meet the one person you needed to find? I mean, doesn't that sound pretty damn weird to you?
Duncan: Compared to what?

Duncan, about getting the Watchers involved: What did you tell them?
Joe: That I have a lead on an Immortal even older than Methos. I hate lying to 'em.
Duncan: You think they can handle the truth?
Joe: Yeah, sure. Right after they lock me up.

Joe: Mac, the answer's out there. You and I, we gotta find it.
Duncan: Thanks, Joe.

BREW gives Joe his legs back: They're yours. They're real. All you have to do is keep your vow and give me MacLeod.
Joe: I can't. I won't. You son-of-a-bitch!

Joe: Legs, MacLeod. He offered me my legs. Can you believe that?
Duncan: I can believe anything about him.
Joe: As if I would sell my soul for a simple goddamn pair of legs.
Duncan: Some people would have.
Joe: What the hell. If I didn't want it so bad, it wouldn't be a temptation, would it?
Duncan: I'm sorry.

Duncan: To faith.
Joe: To the champion.