Spartacus: And maybe there's no peace in this world, for us or for anyone else, I don't know. But I do know that, as long as we live, we must remain true to ourselves.
Gracchus: This republic of ours is something like a rich widow. Most Romans love her as their mother but Crassus dreams of marrying the old girl to put it politely.
Gracchus: You and I have a tendency towards corpulence. Corpulence makes a man reasonable, pleasant and phlegmatic. Have you noticed the nastiest of tyrants are invariably thin?
Marcus Licinius Crassus: You can't grieve forever.
Varinia: I'm not grieving.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: What are you doing?
Varinia: I am remembering.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: And what do you remember when you think of Spartacus?
Varinia: I remember that he started out all alone. And yet, on the day he died, thousands and thousands died in his place.
Lentulus Batiatus: But I'm a civilian. I'm more of a civilian than most civilians.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: Great merciful bloodstained gods! Your pardon.
Caius: Sir, allow us to pledge you the most glorious triumph of your career.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: I'm not after glory, I'm after Spartacus.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: The enemies of the state are known, arrests are being made, the prisons begin to fill.
Gracchus: Julia, I don't like the sound of weeping. This is a happy house, please stop.
Batiatus: Come with us. See to it I don't misuse the money.
Gracchus: Don't be ridiculous. I'm a Senator.
Antoninus: Are you afraid to die, Spartacus?
Spartacus: No more than I was to be born.
Batiatus: But, my dear, great, all-conquering Marcus Licinius Crassus... what if it is Spartacus who crosses the battlefield, looking for you?
Marcus Licinius Crassus: In such circumstances, I have no doubt you will be helping him.
Batiatus: A good body with a dull brain is as cheap as life itself.
Batiatus: Good luck, and may fortune smile upon... most of you.
Lentulus Biatatus: There's one man I hate: Crassus.
Sempronius Gracchus: You've grown very ambitious in your hatred.
Julius Caesar: I thought you had reservations about the gods.
Gracchus: Privately I believe in none of them - neither do you. Publicly, I believe in them all.