- Richard H. 'Richie' Ryan: You used to run the candy store on Baltimore Street?
- Mr. Stubbs: 30 years... sold it last March, now it's a game store with a bunch of weirdos hanging around.
- Richard H. 'Richie' Ryan: I used to come into your store when I was a kid.
- Mr. Stubbs: Well what're you now, an old man?
- Richard H. 'Richie' Ryan: What happened to your finger?
- Joe Scanlon: I broke it playing chess.
- Richard H. 'Richie' Ryan: Wow... never thought of chess as a contact sport.
- Richard H. 'Richie' Ryan: When I was a kid, I made up a story that my dad was this foreign spy on a dangerous mission, that he was doing some kind of work behind the Iron Curtain or something, and that's why he could never just put in a collect call and say 'I want to talk to my son, Richie Ryan, the all American boy'.
- [coming back to life in front of his family]
- Duncan MacLeod: It... It is a miracle!
- Ian MacLeod: No. It is the work of the demon master of the world below.
- Duncan MacLeod: Father.
- Ian MacLeod: No! You're no bairn of mine! You're not my son! You're not my son!
- Duncan MacLeod: My father couldn't grasp what had happened
- Richard H. 'Richie' Ryan: Who could? Man, he must have freaked. I mean, there you were all of a sudden on your feet again. A zombie in a kilt.
- Duncan MacLeod: I am your son!
- Ian MacLeod: No! And you never were. The night my lady wife gave birth to my only son, stillborn, 'twas brought into her chamber by a peasant woman a boy child, to replace that which was lost.
- Duncan MacLeod: I do not believe you!
- Ian MacLeod: It's the truth! Or God strike me dead! And when the midwife looked into your eyes - aye, for it was you the peasant brought in - she cringed back in fear and said you were a changeling, left by the forest demons, and we should cast you out for the dogs.
- Duncan MacLeod: But you did not.
- Ian MacLeod: No. I saw the look on my lady's face and we took you in and banished the midwife, may God forgive me. We buried my wee son and put you in his place and no man ever knew you were not of my blood. You were my heir!
- Duncan MacLeod: Then where do I come from? Where do I come from? Where do I come from? Where do I come from?
- [Ian turns and rides away. Duncan desperately runs after him]
- Duncan MacLeod: Where do I come from? Where? Where do I come from? Where?
- Richie Ryan: [regarding the Spinning Wheel hotel] It's probably a CIA front, you know. Deep cover.
- Duncan MacLeod: This is about as deep as it gets.