Lucius Vorenus

Pullo: If I'm dead already then, sir, you should take care how you speak to me. If I've got nothing to lose, what's to stop me cutting you into little gobs and riding off? Eh? What's to stop me, sir?

Vorenus: Well, if your honour as a soldier of the Thirteenth isn't enough, I'll have to rely on my superior fighting skills.

Pullo: Superior fighting skills?

Vorenus: Hmm.

Pullo: Very good.

Mark Antony: "Brutus, you old c*ck".

Mark Antony: "And I'll retire to the province, where I'll plow my fields and f*** my slaves."

Mark Antony: I am not rising from this bed until I've f*cked someone.

Pullo: It's as hot as Vulcan's d--k.

"THIRTEEEEEEEN!!!" "THIRTEEEEEEEN!!!"