- [last lines of the series]
- Caesarion: So?
- Titus Pullo: He bought it.
- Caesarion: Brother Osiris, let me live to spit in his face and remind him of this day!
- Titus Pullo: Didn't I tell you there'd be no more of that blather?
- Caesarion: Blather? It's my sacred duty. By my blood, I will not rest until I have avenged my mother and redeemed my father's name.
- Titus Pullo: Listen, about your father...
- Atia of the Julii: [to Livia] You are swearing now that some day... some day you will destroy me... Remember, far better women than you have sworn to do the same. Go and look for them now.
- [discussing Memmio]
- Titus Pullo: He offered me peace terms.
- Lucius Vorenus: And?
- Titus Pullo: I headbutted the cunt, bit his tongue out.
- Lucius Vorenus: And he took that as a no?
- Mark Antony: [Antony and Vorenus are drunk on the eve of Octavian's assault on Cleopatra's palace] Do you believe there is an afterlife?
- Lucius Vorenus: Of course.
- Mark Antony: Well, there are people who say no. And this is all there is.
- Lucius Vorenus: Who says that?
- Mark Antony: Learned men. Greeks, probably.
- Lucius Vorenus: Greeks?
- Mark Antony: Hm.
- Lucius Vorenus: [leaning forward] Greeks talk a whole pile of nonsense.
- Mark Antony: Fuck 'em.
- Lucius Vorenus: Fuck 'em.
- [a wounded Vorenus collapses after a fight]
- Caesarion: Is he all right?
- Titus Pullo: [checking Vorenus' wound] Huh? I've seen worse. He'll be fine.
- Lucius Vorenus: [groaning] Oh, no, I'm done.
- Titus Pullo: Gerrae, you big girl. It's just a few scratches. We just need to lay up somewhere for a rest. Couple of days, you'll be back on your feet.
- Lucius Vorenus: Take me home.
- Titus Pullo: Home? Home's a long way, it's best we just -
- [Vorenus grabs Pullo tightly]
- Lucius Vorenus: [quietly] I don't want to die in this fucking shithole. I want to see my children. Take me home.
- Titus Pullo: All right, brother. All right. We'll do that.
- Mark Antony: [examining the knife Cleopatra apparently used to kill herself] No, this won't do. Let's use a proper, Roman sword.
- [Vorenus offers his sword. Antony draws it]
- Mark Antony: It's a damn good sword. It's a good place to die, at any rate. Could've been a ditch in Gaul. Men that knew Alexander... once stood here.
- Lucius Vorenus: Good a place as any, I suppose.
- Mark Antony: [laughs and cradles Vorenus's head affectionalty] Lucius Vorenus, iron to the end. Don't you die here with me. You get out while you can.
- Lucius Vorenus: I'll do that. It's been an honour serving with you, Sir.
- Mark Antony: [smiles, unexpectedly touched] Has it? I... I hope so.
- [He positions the tip of the sword above his stomach]
- Mark Antony: Brace it there, eh?
- Lucius Vorenus: Any instructions or messages, sir?
- Mark Antony: No. Just... tell the people I died well. I died Roman.
- Livia Drusilla: Excuse me...
- Atia of the Julii: Yes?
- Livia Drusilla: Oh, I don't mind really, but it is I who should go first. You will find if you consult the priests, the wife takes precedence.
- Atia of the Julii: I don't give a fuck what the priests say. I'm not letting a vicious little trollop like you walk ahead of me!
- [long pause]
- Atia of the Julii: I go first.
- [about Memmio]
- Titus Pullo: He only offers to parlay and says the whole thing was your fault in the first place, and that me and him should make peace.
- Lucius Vorenus: What did you reply?
- Titus Pullo: I, uh, headbutted the cunny and bit his tongue out.
- Lucius Vorenus: Took that as a no, then, did he?
- Caesarion: You bit out his tongue?
- Titus Pullo: I did. Tasted like chicken.
- Caesarion: That is disgusting!
- Newsreader: Glorious news! At Actium, in Greece, the navy of our Imperator Octavian Caesar, under the command of Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa has won a decisive victory over Queen Cleopatra and her slave Mark Antony. The Egyptian fleet has been destroyed. Even now Octavian Caesar advances on Alexandria where the witch and her creature take refuge.
- Newsreader: Today we celebrate the glory of our beloved Imperator, Gaius Octavian Caesar, and the glorious rebirth of our Republic. At the third hour, all trading will cease. The sacred way must be clear of traffic. Serville violators will be whipped.