Willow: Absolutely, under no condition whatsoever, is anyone in this family to fall in love with that baby!

Willow: No! They'll think it's a bad omen. There'll be a flood or a draught or something and everyone will blame me for it. 'Willow Ufgood brought around that Daikini, didn't he?...that's right, and he's that lousy farmer too. Let's get him!'
Kaiya: Willow...calm down...
Willow: Calm down? Kaiya, tomorrow's my big day...

Burglecutt: It seems only fair that the one to take this baby to the crossroads be the very man who plucked it out of the river. I nominate Willow Ufgood!

Burglecutt: No, not Vohnkar, he's the best warrior in the village. We need him here. Vohnkar, step back!
High Aldwin: All this expedition needs is a leader. And according to the bones, that leader is...you, Burglecutt.
Burglecutt: Vohnkaaarrrr!

High Aldwin: Magic is the bloodstream of the universe. Forget all you know...or think you know. All that you require is your intuition.

High Aldwin: That was the correct answer! You lack faith in yourself, young Ufgood. More than anyone in the village, you have the potential to be a great sorceror. Now, when you're out there, listen to your own heart.

High Aldwin: (throws an apple into the air which turns into a bird) Go in the direction the bird is flying!
Burgelcutt: He's going back to village!
High Aldwin: Ignore the bird. Follow the river.

Willow: See this acorn? I'll throw it at you and turn you to stone!
Madmartigan: Ooh, I'm really scared. Help! There's a peck with an acorn pointed at me!

Madmartigan to Arik: I'll be around long after you're dead! When I get out of here, I'm gonna cut your head off and stick it on a pig pole!

Willow: Burglecutt...I'm gonna...
Burglecutt: You're gonna what? Ahaahaahaahaa!
Willow: Someday, Burglecutt, someday!

Bavmorda: I didn't ask you to bring me a dead nursemaid. Sorsha, you're useless!

Madmartigan: You're...beautiful...
Sorsha: And you're very strong. You're no woman!

Willow: I suppose you're a warrior.
Madmartigan: I am the greatest swordsman that ever lived!

Madmartigan: It's good for ya! Puts hair on yer chest, doesn't it, sticks?
Willow: Her name is NOT sticks, she is Elora Danon, the future princess or Tir Asleen! And the last thing she's gonna want is a hairy chest!

Willow: How did you know my name?
Cherlindrea: Elora danan told me. Elora...elora...Willow's here.
Willow: But she's just a baby.
Cherlindrea: She's very special.

Cherlindrea: We must bring about the downfall of queen bavmorda who's powers are growing like an evil plague. unless she is stopped, bavormda will control the lives of your village, your children...everyone.

Franjean: Rool, you fool. He does not need to know everything.
Rool: I didn't tell him everything.
Franjean: You told him enough.
Rool: What did I say?
Franjean: You mentioned the island, you mentioned the queen...
Willow: Wait a minute...what are you saying, mysterious island?
Franjean: Don't play with that wand. Cherlindrea told you it holds vast power. Only a great sorceror can use it, not a stupid peck like you!

Franjean: You are drunk, and when you are drunk, you forget that I am in charge.
Rool: You are in charge. Fine. Then which way do we go?
Both: That way!

Sorsha: What are you looking at?
Madmartigan: Your leg. I'd like to break it.
Sorsha: You might find that difficult, slave, while I'm up here and you're down there.
Madmartigan: I hate that woman.

Madmartigan: Oh Sorsha...wake from this hateful sleep. It deprives me of your beauty...the beauty of your eyes...
Sorsha: One move, jackass, and you really will be a woman.
Madmartigan: You are my sun, my moon, my starlit sky. Without you, I dwell in darkness.
Sorsha: What are you doing here?
Madmartigan: Your power has enchanted me, and I stand helpless against it. Tonight, let me worship you in my arms! I love you!
Sorsha: Stop saying that!
Madmartigan: How can I stop the beating of my heart? It pounds like never before.
Sorsha: Out of fear.
Madmartigan: Out of love!
Sorsha: I can stop it. I'll kill you.
Madmartigan: Death next to love is trivial thing. Your touch is worth a hundred thousand deaths.

Madmartigan: What the hell happened up there?
Willow: You started spouting poetry! I love you Sorsha, I worship you Sorsha...you almost got us killed!
Madmartigan: I love you Sorsha? I don't love her. She kicked me in the face. I hate her! Don't I...?

Sorsha: What happened to "You are my sun, my moon, my starlit sky"?
Madmartigan: It went away.
Sorsha: "I dwell in darkness without you," and it *went away*?

Willow: Back home in my village, we have a lot of gophers.
Madmartigan: Willow, this is war, not agriculture.
Willow: I know, I know...but I think I found a way how to get inside the castle.

Bavmorda: Pigs! You're all pigs!

Bavmorda: This child will have no power over me. Start the ritual!

Willow: I've sent her... I've sent her to a realm where evil cannot harm her!
Bavmorda: That's impossible! There's no such place!