[after escaping the Horseman]
Young Masbath: Is he... dead?
Ichabod Crane: That's the problem. He was dead to begin with.

Ichabod Crane: We take the Indian Trail to the Tree of the Dead.
Young Masbath: How will we recognize it?
Ichabod Crane: Without difficulty, I rather fear.

Ichabod Crane: Gentlemen: murder needs no ghosts come from the grave. We have murders in New York without benefit of ghouls and goblins.
Baltus Van Tassel: You are a long way from New York, constable.

Ichabod Crane: So... three persons murdered. First, Peter Van Garrett and his son, Dirk Van Garrett. Both of them strong, capable men, found together... decapitated. One week later, the widow Winship. Also decapitated. Now, I will need to ask you many questions. But first, let me ask: Is anyone suspected?
Baltus Van Tassell: How much have your superiors explained to you, constable?
Ichabod Crane: Only that the three were slain in open ground. Their heads found severed from their bodies.
Reverend Steenwyck: Their heads were not found severed. Their heads were not found at all.
Ichabod Crane: The heads are... gone?
Notary James Hardenbrook: Taken. Taken by the Headless Horseman. Taken back to hell.

Katrina Anne Van Tassel: I have shed my tears for Brom, and yet my heart is not broken. Do you think me wicked?
Ichabod Crane: No... but perhaps there is a little bit of witch in you, Katrina.
Katrina Anne Van Tassel: Why do you say that?
Ichabod Crane: Because you have bewitched me.

Watch your heads.

Good-bye, Ichabod Crane. I curse the day you came to Sleepy Hollow

I think you have no heart. And I had a mind once to give you mine.

No. You must believe me. it was a horseman, a dead one. Head less.

Villainy wears many masks, none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.