Mark Antony: I really think you should reconsider.
Gaius Julius Caesar: Anyone else, certainly. But those 2 - they found my golden standard and survived a storm that killed an army. Now they come face to face with Pompay Magnus. They have powerful Gods on their side. And I will never kill a man with such powerful friends.
Gaius Julius Caesar: [evaluating his chances against Pompey's more numerous legions] Our men must win or die. Pompey's men have... other options.
Gaius Julius Caesar: I didn't know he existed until he didn't.
[Vorenus wakes up to find his horse has been stolen]
Lucius Vorenus: Fortune pisses on me once again!
Niobe: [with admiration while helping Lucius put on his magistrate's toga] Look at you.
Titus Pullo: You look like laundry.
Titus Pullo: [wakes up during the night; sees Eirene approaching]
Titus Pullo: [smiles]
Titus Pullo: Eirene. It's good to see you.
[she puts a knife to his throat]
Titus Pullo: [gasps, but doesn't fight her] Fair enough.
Titus Pullo: [closes eyes]
[she presses in the knife, but hesitates]
Titus Pullo: [peeks]
Titus Pullo: Erm... i-if-if... If you can't do it... th-that's all right too.
Atia of the Julii: [concerning Servilia's invitation] Why would she want to see me? She hates me!
Mark Antony: So do I; that's no bar to friendship.
Atia of the Julii: [to Cleopatra] Die screaming, you pig spawn trollop.
Servilia of the Junii: Gods of the Junii, with this offering I ask you to summon Tyche, Megaera, and Nemesis so that they may witness this curse. By the spirits of my ancestors I curse Gaius Julius Caesar. Let his penis shrink. Let his bones crack. Let him see his legionnaires drown in their own blood. Gods of the Junii, I offer to you his limbs, his mouth, his breath, his speech, his hands, his heart, his stomach. Gods of the Inferno, let me see him suffer deeply, and I will rejoice and sacrifice to you.
Atia of the Julii: You fucked your sister! You little pervert!
Cassius: Look now. Look at that.
Marcus Junius Brutus: It is a chair. What of it?
Cassius: A chair? It's a throne!
Marcus Junius Brutus: I believe thrones are generally more decorative. That is decidedly plain, and chair-like.
Gaius Octavian Caesar: You shall leave this city. You shall go to your Eastern provinces, and you shall not come back.
Mark Antony: Or else what, boy?
Gaius Octavian Caesar: You shall leave this city or I will declare our alliance broken. I will have this sad story read in the forum, I will have it posted in every city in Italy, and you know the people are not so liberal with their wives as you. They shall say you wear cuckolds horns; they shall say your wife betrayed you with a low-born plebe on my staff. You will be a figure of fun. The proles will laugh at you in the street. Your soldiers will mock you behind your back.
[Antony puts his hands around Octavians neck as if to strangle him]
Gaius Octavian Caesar: Go on, strike me. See what will happen.
[Antony lets go and starts to leave]
Gaius Octavian Caesar: Oh, and Antony, if you find that gold, you'll be sure to tell me, won't you?