Bothos: Quintus, what's she doing?
Brick: She's a Pict and a woman - two good reasons not to trust her.
Centurion Quintus Dias: Brick, put the fuckin' knife away.
Arianne: If Etain is hunting you, you might as well be dead already.
Centurion Quintus Dias: That's comforting.
Arianne: Her soul is an empty vessel. Only Roman blood can fill it.
Centurion Quintus Dias: I've never seen a general so beloved of his men.
Bothos: Well, in training he is our scholar, at feast he is our father, in the ranks he is our brother, and in battle he is the god, we pray, to save our souls.
Septus: Where did you read that?
Bothos: It's writ on the shithouse wall, sir.
Thax: Probably wrote it himself.
Septus: He's a ruthless, reckless bastard - and I'd die for him without hesitation.
Carlisle Messenger: I have a message for your general. Now, point me in his direction before I have you flogged.
General Titus Flavius Virilus: Who are you?
Carlisle Messenger: I'm the personal envoy of Governor Agricola.
General Titus Flavius Virilus: I suggest you get down off that horse and give me your message before I have you flogged.
