The Last Days of Pompeii

Diomed:
[to a slave] Remind me to sell you.

Gar:
[grabbing Nydia, the blind slave girl] Let me keep you. For tonight, at least. I promise you'll see nothing.

Stratonice:
You'll feel nothing neither, I'll wager.

Diomed:
Clodius, your wit is short and pointless.

Clodius:
Thank heavens it's only my wit.

Sallust:
[following tremors from Vesuvius] Quickly someone, throw another Christian on the fire, the gods are angry... [laughter from other banquet guests]

Sallust:
He wants to marry a rich girl.

Lepidus:
Because he's wise.

Sallust:
And she won't have him.

Lepidus:
Because she's wise.

Sallust:
A pretty pass we've come to when a commoner can become an emperor and then a god without ever having been a noble.

Sallust:
[to Clodius] These poems of yours, you're forever going to finish them, you never do.

Lepidus:
Ah, perhaps he'll publish them posthumorously. [laughs]

Lydon:
[about Glaucus] Marcus, I won't fight him. [Marcus gives up]

Gar:
Then I will... if our champion's too unsteady.

Lydon:
[glares at Gar] Sit down, boy.

[Gar suddenly realizes that he's overstepped his bounds and slowly backs away]

Lydon:
I want all you heroes to understand something very clearly. Whoever feels like killing Glaucus may do so, but that man first kills me.

[He picks up a dagger and holds it out to each of the gladiators in turn, but none refuse to take it]

Lydon:
What? No one wants to be Pompeii's new champion?

[He stops in front of Gar and meets his eyes squarely as he holds out the dagger, and Gar looks down uncomfortably. Lydon hands the dagger to Gar and leaves the room abruptly]

Nydia:
There were moments when I hated you only because he loved you. I... Ione, forgive me! Forgive me!

Ione:
No, I'm the one who needs forgiveness. I poured out all my joys and sorows to you, and never even wondered if you had any of your own.

Fortunata:
You have deserted me. I've given you my life, my sons, my loyalty. And all to see you in the end embracing death instead of me.

Calenus:
Arbaces, if ever I survive this, look on your last day.

Lucretia:
I hope this won't take too long, we'll die in this heat!

Diomed:
We won't perish before Glaucus does.