Batiatus: Once again, the gods spread cheeks and ram cock in fucking ass!
Antoninus: I'm Spartacus!
[everyone around Antoninus and Spartacus takes up the shout]
Marcus Licinius Crassus: Do you eat oysters?
Antoninus: When I have them, master.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: Do you eat snails?
Antoninus: No, master.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: Do you consider the eating of oysters to be moral and the eating of snails to be immoral?
Antoninus: No, master.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: Of course not. It is all a matter of taste, isn't it?
Antoninus: Yes, master.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: And taste is not the same as appetite, and therefore not a question of morals.
Antoninus: It could be argued so, master.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: My robe, Antoninus. My taste includes both snails and oysters.
Tigranes Levantus: If you looked into a magic crystal, you saw your army destroyed and yourself dead. If you saw that in the future, as I'm sure you're seeing it now, would you continue to fight?
Spartacus: Yes.
Tigranes Levantus: Knowing that you must lose?
Spartacus: Knowing we can. All men lose when they
die and all men die. But a slave and a free man lose different things.
Tigranes Levantus: They both lose life.
Spartacus: When a free man dies, he loses the pleasure of life. A slave loses his pain. Death is the only freedom a slave knows. That's why he's not afraid of it. That's why we'll win.
Doctore: Spartacus!
Spartacus: [as he catches Doctor's whip with his wrist] That is not my name
Antoninus: Are you afraid to die, Spartacus?
Spartacus: No more than I was to be born.
Marcus Crassus: [talking about the reasons why they are fighting] As mine
[hands]
Marcus Crassus: are so moved toward the memory of my son. As yours toward wife no longer...
Spartacus: Do not think to place your loss on equal footing! Your son took up arms for the republic - the same one that saw my innocent wife torn from
grasp, condemned to slavery and death.
Marcus Crassus: And now you would lead thousands to join her in futile attempt?
Spartacus: Whatever happens to my people, it happens because *we* choose for it. *We* decide our fates; not you, not the Romans, not even the gods.
Agron: [sees Ilithyia being dragged in behind Spartacus] Fuck the gods.
Ramon: We have visitors. Tremendous visitors! Two simply enormous Roman lords on the hill.
Batiatus: How easily impressed you are, Ramon. Just 'cause they're Romans, I suppose they're enormous. Tell them to wait for me when they arrive.
Ramon: Master, you don't understand!
Batiatus: How enormous do these Roman
lords get?
Ramon: One of them is Marcus Licinius Crassus.
Batiatus: What? Wait a minute. Crassus here? Varinia, my red toga with the acorns. And some chairs in the atrium. Second-best wine. No, the best, but small goblets.
[Notices a head-bust]
Batiatus: Gracchus! You know how Crassus loathes him. Take him away.
Ramon: I can't lift it.
Batiatus: Use your imagination! Cover him. Tell Marcellus to get the men ready. Crassus has expensive taste. He'll want a show of some sort.
[to the head-bust]
Batiatus: Forgive me, Gracchus.
Sibyl: [watching Spartacus fight in the makeshift arena] I have never laid eyes upon the games.
Gannicus: These are but dim reflection of the glory.
Sibyl: You speak as if heart yearns for such days.
Gannicus: To return to shackle and lash, no. To stand upon the sands again - to know clear purpose of who you
are and what must be done... that is a thing that calls to all of my kind.
Spartacus: Sura and I often spoke of children. A family we were going to have now forever denied me. As I now deny Glaber of his!
Ilithyia: The child is yours!
Spartacus: You lie.
Ilithyia: Would then my tongue make false noise? It yet speaks bitter truth. Monthly blood ceased after you came to me in Batiatus'
villa. Lucretia had promised Crixus - a cruel jest. Tis a memory that lingers, is it not? Of that night. Of you inside me.
Spartacus: Yes. As does memory of my hands around your throat.