300: Rise of an Empire

Queen Gorgo: "Leonidas is dead..."
Themistokles: "Then... avenge him!"

"Steel and flesh... life and death... war!"

"You've come a long way to stroke your cock, while you watch real men train."

"I would rather die free than live as a slave... [looks at Artemisia] even if I was attached to you by chain!"

"Today we will dance across the backs of dead Greeks!"

"For glory's sake, war!"

"The Oracle's words stand as a warning. A prophecy. Sparta will fall. All of Greece will fall. And Persian fire will reduce Athens to cinder. For Athens is a pile of stone and wood and cloth and dust. And, as dust, will vanish into the wind. Only the Athenians themselves exist, and the fate of the world hangs on their every syllable. Only the Athenians exist and only stout wooden ships can save them. Wooden ships, and a tidal wave of heroes' blood."

"It begins as a whisper... a promise... the lightest of breezes dances above the death cries of 300 men. That breeze became a wind. A wind that my brothers have sacrificed. A wind of freedom... a wind of justice... a wind of vengeance."