Rome

Caesar: What did Mascius say? Vorenus: He will accept Pannonia for twelve. Caesar: Very good. I did not think he would sell himself so cheap. I must send you to negotiate all my corruptions. Vorenus: (sharply) I would rather not, sir. Caesar: I spoke in jest.

Caesar: What would they have me do? I cannot make farmland. Mark Antony: Certainly you can. It's called eviction. Caesar: And who shall I evict? Mark Antony: Your enemies. Caesar: Enemies? I have enemies still? Mark Antony: Strange to say. Caesar: I shall make friends of them in time.

(Mascius approaches Vorenus in front of his family) Mascius: Ah...these Roman bitches. I've done nothing but fuck and eat and fuck since I got here. Vorenus: We're not under goatskin now, brother. Mascius: No disrespect to your women, huh?

Cassius: Look at that. Brutus: It is a chair. What of it? Cassius: A chair? It's a throne! Brutus: I believe thrones are generally more decorative. That is decidedly plain, and chair-like.

Brutus: Mother. I owe Caesar no more friendship. I must do my duty.

Caesar: Be reasonable! You're on every wall with a knife at my throat! It would be foolish to ignore it. Brutus: Only tyrants need worry about tyrant killers.

Brutus: Had you told me you were to march on Rome and asked me for my allegiance I would have given it. I would have judged you insane, but I would have given you my allegiance because I look on you as my father. Caesar: Brutus-- Brutus: But you did not ask me for my allegiance. You demanded it at sword point. I betrayed nothing.

Caesar: You know I've always looked upon you as my son. Brutus: Oh dear, one of those conversations.

Mascius: I thought Pullo was dead to you. Vorenus: He will be dead to all soon.

Octavian: Did you order his death? Caesar: I didn't know he existed until he didn't.

(Speaking to Octavia) Marc Antony: Your mother is a vicious and heartless creature. But I find I am wretched without her.

Cassius: The people will not accept a tyrant's death unless a Brutus holds the knife.

Caesar: I don't think my back could take another one of Cicero's eulogies. Marc Antony: He praises you so long and high one might think he was being sincere.

Mascius: You and Pullo are like Castor and Pollux.

(trying to get Pullo to fight back so they can kill him) Gladiator: Just hold your sword, just stand and hold it. You don't have to wave it about or anytthing.

Brutus: But I have pledged myself his friend. No--I am his friend. Cassius: So for friendship, you would let the Republic die? Brutus: I am just a man. The life or death of the Republic is not in my hands. Cassius: You are precisely wrong.

Cassius: The plebs love liberty, and your name-- Brutus: They would not pluck a hair for liberty. The plebs like to see their betters fight. It's cheaper than theater and the blood is real.

Vorenus: You have too much metal on you. Vorena: It's not so much. Vorenus: I'm a magistrate, not King of Asia.

Caesar: I often wish I were back in Gaul. There's something pleasantly simple about warfare.

Cassius: Don't worry about those scribbles. King Caesar knows you're his loyal friend. Brutus: Oh, I'm not worried about that. No. It's just... do I truly look like that? Cassius: It's near. Brutus: Well it's tragic. Cassius: Ah, but an image cannot capture your vim... your noble vitality. (Brutus gives Cassius a slightly annoyed look) Cassius: I speak only what is true. You have that grace in action they say your noble ancestor had. That's why the plebs put you on the walls. They see him in you. Brutus: They see my wretched name, that's all. Simpletons. Let us speak of something else. Cassius: There's weight in names, eh? Brutus: You may call a cat a fish, it will not swim.