The Prince of Egypt1998

Miriam:
I knew you cared about our freedom!

Moses:
Freedom? Why would I care about that?

Miriam:
Because you... you're our brother.

Moses:
What?

Miriam:
They... they never told you?

Moses:
Who never told me what?

Miriam:
B-but you're here! You must know. [reaches to touch his hand]

Moses:
[pulling away] Be careful, slave!

Aaron:
[pulls Miriam back nervously] Oh, my good prince... um, she... she's exhausted from the day's work. Not that it was too much! We... we quite enjoyed it, but-but ah, she's confused, and knows not to whom she speaks!

Miriam:
[breaks his grip] I know "to whom I speak", Aaron! I know who you are, and you are not a prince of Egypt!

Aaron:
Miriam--!

Moses:
What did you say?!

Aaron:
Your Highness, pay her no heed! C-c-come, Miriam. May I discuss something with you?

Miriam:
[fighting him] No, Aaron. No! Please, Moses, you must believe! You were born of my mother, Yocheved! [breaks free of Aaron] You are our brother!

Moses:
Now you go too far. You should be punished!

Aaron:
[throws himself on ground between them] No! Please... uh, Your Highness... she's ill! She's very ill; we beg your forgiveness. Please, Miriam; l-let's go! [starts dragging her away]

Miriam:
No, Aaron! ...Our mother set you adrift in a basket to save your life!

Moses:
Save my life? From who?

Miriam:
[still struggling] Ask the man that you call father!

Moses:
How dare you...?!

[Aaron gives up and stands beside a wall, looking away]

Miriam:
God saved you to be our deliverer!

Moses:
Enough of this!

Miriam:
And you are, Moses. You are the deliverer!

Moses:
I said enough! [grabs her arm, throws her to ground] You will regret this night!