Spartacus: Blood and Sand2010

[Addressing Spartacus and the new recruits]

Doctore:
What is beneath your feet?

[No Answer]

Doctore:
Answer! *What* is beneath your feet?

Kerza:
Sand?

Doctore:
Crixus! What is beneath your feet?

Crixus:
Sacred ground, Doctore. Watered with the tears of blood.

Doctore:
*Your* tears! *Your* blood! Your *pathetic* lives forged into something of worth. Listen! Learn! And, perhaps, live - As *Gladiators*! Now Attend your master.

Batiatus:
You have been blessed! Each and every one of you, to find yourselves here at the ludus of Quintus Lentulus Batiatus, purvayor of the finest gladiators in all of the Republic!

[Gladiators Cheer]

Batiatus:
Proove yourselves in the hard days to follow, proove yourselves more than a commonslave - more than a man! Fail and die, either here where you stand, or sold off to the mines. Succeed, and stand proud among my titans!

[Gladiators Chant "Batiatus!"]

Doctore:
A Gladiator does *not* fear death. He embraces it. Caresses it. *F***s* it. Each time he enters the arena, he slips his cock in the mouth of the beast, and prays to thrust home be fore the jaws snap shut.