Maximus: Three weeks from now, I will be harvesting my crops. Imagine where you will be, and it will be so. Hold the line! Stay with me! If you find yourself alone, riding in the green fields with the sun on your face, do not be troubled. For you are in Elysium, and you’re already dead!
Proximo: Some of you say you can’t fight, you won’t fight. They all say that. But one day you will pick up a sword and thrust it into another man. And the crowd will cheer you and love you. And you will love them for it. On that day, you will be a gladiator.
Maximus: At my signal, unleash hell.
Maximus: Strength and honor.
Maximus: It’s the frost, it sometimes makes the blade stick.
Quintus: These barbarians would rather drown in blood than yield an inch. If I didn’t hate them so much I would admire them.
Marcus: Maximus, you prove your valor again. Let us hope for the final time here.
Maximus: I don’t think there’s anyone left to fight.
Marcus: There are always people left to fight.
Quintus: People should know when they’re conquered.
Maximus: Would you, Quintus? Would I?
Proximo: 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. Listen. Thrust this into another man’s flesh. They will applaud and love you for that. And you, you may begin to love them for that. Ultimately we’re all dead men. Sadly, we cannot choose how, but we can decide how we meet that end, in order that we are remembered as men.
Commodus: I think I understand my own people.
Gracchus: Then perhaps Caesar will be so good as to teach us… out of his own extensive experience.
Commodus : I call it love. I am their father. The people are my children. I shall hold them to my bosom and embrace them tightly.
Gracchus: Have you ever embraced someone dying of plague, sire?
Maximus: What we do in life echoes in eternity.
Maximus: I knew a man who once said, ‘Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back.’
Lucilla: Today I saw a slave become more powerful then the Emperor of Rome.
Maximus: My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.
Commodus: Am I not merciful?
Maximus: You ask me what I want. I too want to stand up to the Emperor as you did.
Proximo: Then listen to me. Learn from me. I wasn’t the best because I killed quickly. I was the best because the crowd loved me. Win the crowd. You will win your freedom.
Maximus: I will win the crowd. I will give them something they have never seen before.
Juba: It’s somewhere out there; my country, my home. My wife is preparing food. My daughter is carrying water from the river. Will I ever see them again? I think no.
Maximus: Do you believe you will see them again when you die?
Juba: Yes I think I will. I will die soon. They will not die for many years. I have to wait.
Maximus: But you would…wait?
Juba: Of course.
Maximus: You see, my wife and my son are already waiting for me.
Juba: You will meet them again. But not yet. Not yet.
Commudus: A General who became a slave, a slave who became a Gladiator, a Gladiator who defied an empire.