Batiatus: Once again, the gods spread cheeks and ram cock in fucking ass!
Agron: [sees Ilithyia being dragged in behind Spartacus] Fuck the gods.
Marcus Crassus: [talking about the reasons why they are fighting] As mine
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.
Batiatus: [referring to Ilithyia] The snake arrives, walking as if human
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.
Aurelia: He was not a perfect man; but he was mine! He was mine!
Spartacus: [about Agron's injuries] You've broken words toward subject. You cannot fight.
Nasir: He has yet found a way - forged by loving hands.
Agron: Do not ask my own to remain idle in coming battle.
Spartacus: [sees Agron's mark of the brotherhood] I have born witness to the fall of many I have called brother. You are the last yet living; stood with me when Batiatus' ludus was laid to ruin. You honor me. I stand in gain with you at my side in final conflict.
Spartacus: Gannicus stands the only among us to win his freedom upon the sands.
Laeta: If free, why does he raise arms with the slaves against the republic?
Spartacus: He took up cause to honor a fallen brother - one that taught many of us the ways of battle, and the bond that joins all men and such with it.
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.
Ilithyia: Can he do it again? Make him do it again.
Crixus: [to the gladiators] Kill them! Kill them all!
Agron: Fucking Gauls.
Sura: Kill them all.
Spartacus: [to Mira] You do *not* know my heart!