Gannicus: I knew you'd lead these men to their deaths eventually. Is this the day you would do it?
Spartacus: They are but loyal. A quality you seem unfamiliar with.
Batiatus: You were nothing before me! I gave you the means to accept your fate.
Spartacus: And now you are destroyed by it.
Spartacus: Is this my destiny? Blood and death?
Sura: You have always been destined for unfortunate things.
Spartacus: Gannicus stands the only among us to win his freedom upon the sands.
Laeta: If free, why does he raise arms with the slaves against the republic?
Spartacus: He took up cause to honor a fallen brother - one that taught many of us the ways of battle, and the bond that joins all men and such with it.
Spartacus: Sura and I often spoke of children. A family we were going to have now forever denied me. As I now deny Glaber of his.
Ilithyia: The child is yours.
Spartacus: You lie.
Ilithyia: Would then my tongue make false noise? It yet speaks bitter truth. Monthly blood ceased after you came to me in Batiatus' villa. Lucretia had promised Crixus - a cruel jest. Tis a memory that lingers, is it not? Of that night. Of you inside me.
Spartacus: Yes. As does memory of my hands around your throat.
Ilithyia: Can he do it again? Make him do it again.
Sura: Kill them all.
Gannicus: I have had my fill of words and tearful farewells. I desire blood and cries of our enemy.
Spartacus: Let us make it so.
Spartacus: There are many men in this place that I would see dead. You are not among them.
Varro: One day you may not have a choice.
Spartacus: There is always a choice.
Agron: Fucking Gauls.
