Mark Antony: [just after the battle] Breathe deep boy, the smell of victory!
Gaius Octavian: Smoke, shit and rotting flesh.
Mark Antony: Beautiful, isn't it!
[after the battle is lost, Brutus decides to go down fighting]
Marcus Junius Brutus: Give my best to my mother. Tell her... tell her something suitable.
[Right before Octavian and others go riding out to meet Brutus/Cassius' legions]
Atia of the Julii: Octavian please, for my sake, be good to Anthony.
Gaius Octavian: [annoyed] I am pledged to it, mother.
Atia of the Julii: He's an arrogant shit, I know, but he's a good and honest man
[Pullo shows up to Cicero's villa to assassinate him]
Titus Pullo: So you Cicero, then?
[Cicero turns slowly]
Marcus Tullius Cicero: What is your name, young man?
Titus Pullo: Titus Pullo, sir. Late of the Thirteenth.
Marcus Tullius Cicero: Ah, the famous Titus Pullo. I'm honoured.
Titus Pullo: Likewise, honoured. Talk about famous. Everyone's heard of Cicero.
Marcus Tullius Cicero: [Smiles] Yes. I daresay, your work today will earn you immortality.
Titus Pullo: How's that?
Marcus Tullius Cicero: I will be in all the history books. My killer's name, no doubt, will live on also.
Titus Pullo: [Slightly disappointed] Ah, my name... thought you meant me.
[He looks aside]
Titus Pullo: Good peaches!
[Walks over to the peach tree]
Marcus Tullius Cicero: Yes, just getting ripe. Thee's no way... I can dissuade you from your task, I suppose? I have a great deal of money.
Titus Pullo: No, sorry. Normally, I'd be tempted, but you're far too important. Imagine the fuss: I get back and I haven't done my job.
Gaius Octavian: [as the battle goes on] What is happening? Can you tell?
Mark Antony: [munching a loaf of bread] No idea.
[drops the loaf and draws his sword]
Mark Antony: On my command... follow me!
Gaius Octavian: Where are you going?
Mark Antony: When in doubt... attack!
[after leading their reserve in an attack, Cassius is brought back to the headquarters on a stretcher, mortally wounded]
Marcus Junius Brutus: Cassius, what happened?
Cassius: Not sure, to be honest. Hell of a birthday...
[On the field of Philippi, shortly before the battle begins]
Marcus Junius Brutus: Heavens, I entirely forgot! Today's your birthday, isn't it?
Cassius: Is it? I believe you're right.
Marcus Junius Brutus: [shaking Cassius' hand] Happy Birthday. Sorry there's no cake.
Cassius: Next year, eh? You bake me an extra big one.
Marcus Junius Brutus: I shan't forget.
Cassius: No cinnamon. Makes me sneeze.
[On the other side of the battlefield]
Mark Antony: If you need to urinate, now would be the time.
Gaius Octavian: I'm fine, thank you.
Mark Antony: Sure? Let us begin then. Watch closely, boy. This is how history is made.
[raising his hand]
Mark Antony: Now, let's have some fun!
[He gives the signal to advance]
Antony's Centurion: ADVANCE!
[On the other side:]
Cassius: [raises his hand, then hesitates] Sorry, rude of me. Would you like the honor?
Marcus Junius Brutus: No no, you do it by all means.
Cassius: Thank you.
[gives the signal to advance]
Cassius's Centurion: ADVANCE!
[Cicero kneels. Pullo draws his sword and stands over him, then hesitates and turns to Tiro]
Titus Pullo: You might not want to watch this.
Mark Antony: If we play this right, we can take Brutus and Cassius by surprise. Hm. They will be expecting to face only you and your troops, so when both our armies arrive in Greece, they will be trapped, and there'll be no time for them to flee.
[Octavian, who is scratching away at his writing tablet, doesn't answer]
Mark Antony: Do you understand what I'm saying, or shall I speak more slowly?
Gaius Octavian: [irritated] No. Making use of strategic surprise is obvious.
[he places the tablet in front of Antony]
Gaius Octavian: To that end, there is a list of the most prominent friends and supporters of Brutus and Cassius left in Rome. We should... kill them... before they learn what we're about.
Mark Antony: You ARE a ferocious little cunt... with a pen.
Lepidus: These are among the finest men in Rome, some of them my good friends!
Gaius Maecenas: Their money will be useful, as well.
Lepidus: General Antony, tell them.
[Antony thinks for a moment]
Mark Antony: Cicero is the cleverest bastard of them all, and he has the largest network of spies; he must die first.
[he picks up a stylus and begins writing]
Mark Antony: There are one or two names I'd like to add myself.
Gaius Octavian: I shall start back to Rome. I'll muster my troops and let it be known I intend to go east to confront Brutus and Cassius alone.
Mark Antony: Uh, Lepidus, you will remain behind with a small force. Keep the peace in Rome after we've left.
Lepidus: I'm pledged to agree with you. But I must say, these killings...
Gaius Octavian: [to Agrippa] Send a list ahead to Lucius Vorenus at the Aventine collegium. Add instructions telling him to divide the names among the gangs.
Atia of the Julii: I have a name, while you're at it.
Gaius Octavian: [exasperated] Not Servilia, we cannot kill women.
Atia of the Julii: No, not Servilia. Rufus Tranquillus.
Mark Antony: Who?
Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa: Isn't he father to Octavia's friend Jocasta?
Mark Antony: Why do you want him dead?
Atia of the Julii: I don't like the girl. She's a bad influence.
Gaius Octavian: This is not a game, Mother.
Atia of the Julii: Her father is immensely rich.
Posca: True. Stone quarries.
[Antony looks to Octavian, who says nothing; no one else objects]
Mark Antony: Woe unto Rufus Tranquillus, then.