[
to Octavius]
Atia of the Julii:
You fucked your sister! You little pervert!
[
Vorenus wakes up to find his horse has been stolen]
Lucius Vorenus:
Fortune pisses on me once again!
Niobe:
[
with admiration while helping Lucius put on his magistrate's toga] Look at you.
Titus Pullo:
You look like laundry.
Titus Pullo:
[
wakes up during the night; sees Eirene approaching]
Titus Pullo:
[
smiles]
Titus Pullo:
Eirene. It's good to see you.
[
she puts a knife to his throat]
Titus Pullo:
[
gasps, but doesn't fight her] Fair enough.
Titus Pullo:
[
closes eyes]
[
she presses in the knife, but hesitates]
Titus Pullo:
[
peeks]
Titus Pullo:
Erm... i-if-if... If you can't do it... th-that's all right too.
Gaius Julius Caesar:
[
evaluating his chances against Pompey's more numerous legions] Our men must win or die. Pompey's men have... other options.
Atia of the Julii:
[
concerning Servilia's invitation] Why would she want to see me? She hates me!
Mark Antony:
So do I; that's no bar to friendship.
Gaius Julius Caesar:
He refuses to meet me!
Cassius:
Look now. Look at that.
Marcus Junius Brutus:
It is a chair. What of it?
Cassius:
A chair? It's a throne!
Marcus Junius Brutus:
I believe thrones are generally more decorative. That is decidedly plain, and chair-like.
Lucius Vorenus:
THIRTEEN! THIRTEEN!
Servilia of the Junii:
Gods of the Junii, with this offering I ask you to summon Tyche, Megaera, and Nemesis so that they may witness this curse. By the spirits of my ancestors I curse Gaius Julius Caesar. Let his penis shrink. Let his bones crack. Let him see his legionnaires drown in their own blood. Gods of the Junii, I offer to you his limbs, his mouth, his breath, his speech, his hands, his heart, his stomach. Gods of the Inferno, let me see him suffer deeply, and I will rejoice and sacrifice to you.
Atia of the Julii:
A large penis is always welcome!
Atia of the Julii:
[
to Cleopatra] Die screaming, you pig spawn trollop.
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