Troy2004

Hector:
Why did you come here?

Achilles:
They'll be talking about this war for a thousand years.

Hector:
In a thousand years, the dust from our bones will be gone.

Achilles:
Yes, prince. But our names will remain.

[The Myrmidons arrive and surround Hector]

Achilles:
Go home, prince. Drink some wine, make love to your wife. Tomorrow we'll have our war.

Hector:
You speak of war as if it's a game. But how many wives wait at Troy's gates for husbands they'll never see again?

Achilles:
Perhaps your brother can comfort them? I hear he's good at charming other men's wives.