- [Longinus is binding Diana's wrists behind her back]
- Queen Diana: Is this some kind of perverse game?
- Longinus: This is no game, Diana. What I do, I do because I love you.
- Longinus: The Son of God, that poor soul I delivered on the cross, was betrayed with a kiss. Having given all of yours away, what do I have to look forward to
- Queen Diana: You've already answered that question - a tortured old woman whom I pray will still have the strength to spite you?
- Longinus: For what?
- Queen Diana: To escape your relentless self-pity!
- Conor: I need your help. My friend is in trouble. She could die.
- Queen Diana: She?
- Conor: Your sorcerer could save her.
- Queen Diana: This is a dream, right?
- Conor: No dream. If he is really 400 years old, he should be able to translate something that could save her life.
- Queen Diana: Now why would he possibly do that?
- Conor: I thought he loved you.
- Queen Diana: Well, that's open to debate.