Half my life is over, and I have nothing to show for it...I’m a smudge of excrement on a tissue, surging out to sea with a ton of raw sewage.

Miranda (to Daniel):  I bring home a birthday cake and a few gifts; you bring home the Goddamn San Diego Zoo. And I have to clean up after it!

Young William: I can fight.  Malcolm Wallace: I know. I know you can fight. But it's our wits that make us men.

Look at me, jerking off in the shower... This will be the high point of my day; it's all downhill from here.

Katsumoto: Do you believe a man can change his destiny? Algren: I think a man does what he can, until his destiny is revealed to him.

I've seen much of the rest of the world. It is brutal and cruel and dark, Rome is the light.

I read somewhere... how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong... but to feel strong.

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

(looking at remains of a battle) I love it! God help me, I love it so. I love it more than my life.

When you forgive, you love. And when you love, God's light shines on you.

Not the archers. My scouts tell me their archers are miles away and no threat to us. Arrows cost money. Use up the Irish. The dead cost nothing.

If you don't have money at my age, you're not even in the game anymore. You're just a pasture animal waiting for the abattoir.

Often the most barbaric atrocities occur when both sides proclaim themselves freedom fighters.

Quintus: "People should know when they're beaten!" Maximus: "Would you, Quintus? Would I?"

I'm hearing horses! Parry will be so pleased!

All I ever wanted was a single thing worth fighting for.

Lars: Well, Bianca can help you. She's got nurse's training. Gus: No she doesn't. That's because she's a plastic...thing. Lars: That's amazing. Did you hear that? Bianca said God made her to help people.

I have a hard-on for you the size of Florida!

The core of man's spirit comes from new experiences.

Give George a headline, and he's good for another 30 miles.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.