Ultimately, we're all dead men. Sadly, we cannot choose how, but what we can decide is how we meet that end, in order that we are remembered, as men.
Those giraffes you sold me, they won't mate. They just walk around, eating, and not mating. You sold me... queer giraffes. I want my money back.
Listen to me. Learn from me. I was not the best because I killed quickly. I was the best because the crowd loved me. Win the crowd and you will win your freedom.
[Maximus nods][sighs] You risk too much.
[Maximus shakes his head]
[kisses her hand][smiles] Was I very different then?
[shakes his head, touches her face with his finger]You laughed more.
[kisses Lucilla one last time]
[addressing his new recruits]I am Proximo! I shall be closer to you for the next few days, which will be the last of your miserable lives, than that bitch of a mother who first brought you screaming into this world! I did not pay good money for your company. I paid it so that I might profit from your death. And just as your mother was there at your beginning, I shall be there at your end. And when you die - and die you shall - your transition will be to the sound of...
[claps his hands]Gladiators... I salute you.
[Looking at some slaves]:Some are good for fighting, others for dying. You need both, I think.
[holding up a sword]Thrust this into another man's flesh, and they will applaud and love you for that. You may even begin to love them
Some of you are thinking that you won't fight. Others, that you can't fight. They all say that, until they're out there.
So Spaniard, we shall go to Rome together and have bloody adventures. And the great whore will suckle us until we are fat and happy and can suckle no more. And then, when enough men have died, perhaps you will have your freedom.
I know that you are a man of your word, General. I know that you would die for honor, for Rome, for the memory of your ancestors. But as for me? I'm an entertainer.