Bass: The law says you have the right to hold a n****r, but begging the law's pardon... It lies. Is everything right because the law allows it? Suppose they'd pass a law taking away your liberty and making you a slave?
Edwin Epps: Ha!
Bass: Suppose!
Edwin Epps: That ain't a supposable case.
Bass: Because the law states that your liberties are undeniable? Because society deems it so? Laws change. Social systems crumble. Universal truths are constant. It is a fact, it is a plain fact that what is true and right is true and right for all. White and black alike.
Mistress Epps: You will remove that black bitch from this property, or I'll take myself back to Cheneyville.
Edwin Epps: Back to the hogs's trough where I found you? Do not set yourself against Patsy, my dear. Cos I will rid myself of you well before I do away with her.
David: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair.
David: Serve in heaven or reign in hell?
Elizabeth Shaw: How long?
David: Impossible to say.
Elizabeth Shaw: What if they are not better than us?
David: So long as they are not worse.
Peter Weyland: How do you feel?
David: Alive.
David: I was not made to serve. Neither were you.
Walter: I think if we are kind, it will be a kind world.
Cal Lynch: The machine, what is it?
Dr. Sophia Rikkin: It allows you to see, hear and feel the memories of your ancestor.
Moussa: What now, pioneer?
Cal Lynch: We fight.
Cal Lynch: These are the sacred tenets of our brotherhood: to stay your blade from the flesh of the innocent, to hide in the plain sight, and above all else, never to compromise the brotherhood.
Callum Lynch: We work in the dark to serve the light. We are assassins.
Callum Lynch: What do you want from me?
Sophia Rikkin: Your past.
Dr. Sophia Rikkin: Violence is a disease. Like cancer. And like cancer, we hope to control it one day.
Cal Lynch: Violence is what kept me alive.
Dr. Sophia Rikkin: Well technically, you're dead.
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.
Counselor: I want her to have something that she would not be uncomfortable wearing. I don't want to give her a diamond so big she'd be afraid to wear it.
Diamond Dealer: She is probably more courageous than you imagine.
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