The Borgias, Season Two

Juan Borgia:
(limps into Lucrezia's room after her son's baptism) Sister. So, finally the bastard has a name. (Lucrezia glares at him as the maid leaves) Blessed by our Holy Father, and saved from damnation.

Lucrezia Borgia:
(coldly) And you, dear Brother- will you be saved from damnation?

Juan Borgia:
(puts his hand on the crib) The angels smile on me-

Lucrezia Borgia:
(swats his hand away) Please don't! (Giovanni starts to fuss)

Juan Borgia:
(leans malevolently close to her) One day, you'll realize that everything I've done has been for your own good. If you had tried to marry that waster from Genoa, the one with the paintbrush... I would've taken good care of him.

Lucrezia Borgia:
(sarcastically) For the good of the family, no doubt?

Juan Borgia:
(stares at her for a moment) Always. (limps across the room and sits)

Lucrezia Borgia:
(angry and sad) Like you "took care" of Paolo- a stableboy- for the good of the family?!

Juan Borgia:
(stares at her, indifferent) Exactly so. Everything I do is for the family. (Lucrezia looks nauseated) Were it not for our father's affection for your bastard son... I would've tossed that piglet into the Tiber at birth. It's the only baptism it deserves.

Lucrezia Borgia:
We are all bastards. You, me, our brothers- we are all bastards!

Juan Borgia:
Yes- perhaps. (stands up, limps menacingly close to her and Giovanni) But, we... are Borgia bastards. And there, dear Sis, lies the difference. (limps around the cradle, sets down his cane and picks up Giovanni) Hello, little piggy- time for a little dance, I think. (he walks onto the second floor the main hall, Lucrezia comes after him, frantic and enraged)

Lucrezia Borgia:
Leave my baby! Juan, leave my baby alone! No, No!