Gannicus: The mighty Spartacus turns from unwinnable fight?
Spartacus: Our numbers have grown beyond wildest expectation. Yet winter will soon be upon us. To face hunger and cold as well as Crassus would drag us to certain doom. We must seek advantage of supplies and shelter. One that can be defended if set upon, until spring warms intent.
Crixus: There is not a villa in all the lands that could hold such numbers.
Spartacus: No, there is not. Only a city could hold us now. And we shall tear one from the flesh of Rome, and salt mortal wound with blood and death.