Mark Antony: [just after the battle] Breathe deep boy, the smell of victory!
Gaius Octavian: Smoke, shit and rotting flesh.
Mark Antony: Beautiful, isn't it!
[after the battle is lost, Brutus decides to go down fighting]
Marcus Junius Brutus: Give my best to my mother. Tell her... tell her something suitable.
[Right before Octavian and others go riding out to meet Brutus/Cassius' legions]
Atia of the Julii: Octavian please, for my sake, be good to Anthony.
Gaius Octavian: [annoyed] I am pledged to it, mother.
Atia of the Julii: He's an arrogant shit, I know, but he's a good and honest man
[Pullo shows up to Cicero's villa to assassinate him]
Titus Pullo: So you Cicero, then?
[Cicero turns slowly]
Marcus Tullius Cicero: What is your name, young man?
Titus Pullo: Titus Pullo, sir. Late of the Thirteenth.
Marcus Tullius Cicero: Ah, the famous Titus Pullo. I'm honoured.
Titus Pullo: Likewise, honoured. Talk about famous. Everyone's heard of Cicero.
Marcus Tullius Cicero: [Smiles] Yes. I daresay, your work today will earn you immortality.
Titus Pullo: How's that?
Marcus Tullius Cicero: I will be in all the history books. My killer's name, no doubt, will live on also.
Titus Pullo: [Slightly disappointed] Ah, my name... thought you meant me.
[He looks aside]
Titus Pullo: Good peaches!
[Walks over to the peach tree]
Marcus Tullius Cicero: Yes, just getting ripe. Thee's no way... I can dissuade you from your task, I suppose? I have a great deal of money.
Titus Pullo: No, sorry. Normally, I'd be tempted, but you're far too important. Imagine the fuss: I get back and I haven't done my job.
Gaius Octavian: [as the battle goes on] What is happening? Can you tell?
Mark Antony: [munching a loaf of bread] No idea.
[drops the loaf and draws his sword]
Mark Antony: On my command... follow me!
Gaius Octavian: Where are you going?
Mark Antony: When in doubt... attack!
[after leading their reserve in an attack, Cassius is brought back to the headquarters on a stretcher, mortally wounded]
Marcus Junius Brutus: Cassius, what happened?
Cassius: Not sure, to be honest. Hell of a birthday...
[On the field of Philippi, shortly before the battle begins]
Marcus Junius Brutus: Heavens, I entirely forgot! Today's your birthday, isn't it?
Cassius: Is it? I believe you're right.
Marcus Junius Brutus: [shaking Cassius' hand] Happy Birthday. Sorry there's no cake.
Cassius: Next year, eh? You bake me an extra big one.
Marcus Junius Brutus: I shan't forget.
Cassius: No cinnamon. Makes me sneeze.
[On the other side of the battlefield]
Mark Antony: If you need to urinate, now would be the time.
Gaius Octavian: I'm fine, thank you.
Mark Antony: Sure? Let us begin then. Watch closely, boy. This is how history is made.
[raising his hand]
Mark Antony: Now, let's have some fun!
[He gives the signal to advance]
Antony's Centurion: ADVANCE!
[On the other side:]
Cassius: [raises his hand, then hesitates] Sorry, rude of me. Would you like the honor?
Marcus Junius Brutus: No no, you do it by all means.
Cassius: Thank you.
[gives the signal to advance]
Cassius's Centurion: ADVANCE!