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: [after both he and Cesare narrowly escape from the catacombs alive after an explosion
] Jesus must love you, Cesare Borgia. Cesare Borgia
: [Referring to the Shroud of Turin
] Yes, he wept. He wept bloody tears. He does... he does... He loves me! Cesare Borgia
: [shouting joyously
] Jesus loves me!
: [having realized Pascal's betrayal, Micheletto angrily recites Catallus' poem back at him
] "I hate, and I love. Why, you may ask? I do not know. But it happen, and I... and..." How does it go? Pascal
: "I burn." Micheletto
: No, in the Latin, please. Pascal
: [he hesitates, and Micheletto rushes at him and pins him against the wall
] "Excrucior"! "Excrucior"! Micheletto
: It is a big word for "burn"!
: Why? Why did you become my lover? Why? Pascal
: Because I was made an offer! Micheletto
: From whom?
[Pascal doesn't answer
: You enjoyed the thrill? The danger, yes? Pascal
: Yes! Yes! I admit, I did. Micheletto
: I should flay you alive! But I will be merciful. Pascal
: You will?
[Micheletto releases him and collapses to the floor, weeping
] You tell me how you wish to die, Pascal. Pascal
: I die?
[they nod at one another; he replies after a pause
: In your arms.
: Micheletto, where have you been? Micheletto
: Talking with God. Cesare Borgia
: And what did he say? Micheletto
: Do you know anyone in Forli? Micheletto
: I know everyone in Forli. Eminence. Cesare Borgia
: How? Micheletto
: I was born there. Cesare Borgia
: I can't imagine you being born, Micheletto... or dying, for that matter. You must show me your ancestral home.
: [the room suddenly goes quiet when Cesare and Micheletto enter enter
] You could hear a pin drop, Micheletto. Micheletto
: If I had a pin.
: [after Cesare releases Benito Sforza over Micheletto's advice
] This dog will come back to bite.
: Where does all this affection go? Micheletto
: Affection leads to weakness.
: It seems someone as pitiless as you... Cesare Borgia
: Yes... ? Micheletto
: ...needs someone as pitiless as me.
: [Looking at the dead bodies around Micheletto
] You planned this massacre thoroughly. Micheletto
: If I had planned it, believe me, my lord, we would not be having this conversation.
: [Observing the retreating Papal army
] Will the Good Lord see the justice in our cause, Micheletto? Micheletto
: Where war is concerned, your eminence, our Good Lord will take a holiday.
: [after killing two men who threaten Ursula
] Forgive me, sister. Sometimes goodness needs the help of a little badness.
: [Surprising Micheletto and believing him to be a thief
] Put that down! No more fuckin' thievin'. Do you hear me? Micheletto
: [after a pause
] You're telling me hat people would wish to steal such shit?