Spartacus1960

Dionysus:
[watching two Roman nobles being forced by a slave on horseback to fight to the death] Ah-ha ha! Come on, fat boy! Yeah!

Slaves:
[as Spartacus enters the arena] Spartacus! Hey, Spartacus!

Spartacus:
Noble Romans, fight each other like animals. [gestures to the slaves on the balcony] Your new masters, betting to see who'll die first. [the slaves laugh] Drop your weapons. [the slaves start booing]

Slaves:
No! No! No! No!

Crixus:
I want to see their blood, right here where Draba died! [jumps down and draws his sword] When I fight matched pairs, they fight to the death!

Spartacus:
I made myself a promise, Crixus. I swore that if I ever get out of this place, I'd die before I saw two men fight to the death again. Draba made that promise too. He kept it, so will I. [turns to the nobles] Go on. Get up! [Spartacus turns to the slaves as the nobles scurry out of the arena] What are we, Crixus? What are we becoming, Romans? What's happening to us? Have we learned nothing? We hunt wine when we should be looking for bread.

Dionysus:
When you got wine, you don't need bread!

Spartacus:
You can't just be a gang of drunken raiders.

Dionysus:
What else can we be?

Spartacus:
Gladiators, an army of gladiators. There's never been an army like that. One gladiator is worth any two Roman soldiers that ever lived.

Crixus:
We beat the Romans guards here, but a Roman army is different. They fight different than we do, too.

Spartacus:
We can beat anything they send against us if we really want to.

Crixus:
It takes a big army.

Spartacus:
We'll have a big army. Once we're on the march, we'll free every slave in every town and village. Can anybody get a bigger army than that?

Dionysus:
That's right. Once we cross the Alps, we're safe.

Crixus:
Nobody can cross the Alps. Every pass is defended by its own legion.