(regarding Captain Artemis) Upon seeing the headless body of his own young son, the captain breaks rank. He goes wild, blood-drunk. The captain's cries of pain at the loss of his young son are more frightening to the enemy than the deepest battle drums. It takes three men to restrain him and bring him back to our own. The day is ours...no songs are sung.
They have served the dark will of Persian kings for five hundred years. Eyes as black as night, teeth filed into fangs. Soulless. The personal guard to King Xerxes. The Immortals. We put their name to the test.
The Immortals, they failed our king's test, and a man who fancies himself a god feels a very human chill crawl up his spine.
His helmet is stifling. His shield is heavy.
(later, as Leonidas throws his spear at Xerxes) His helmet was stifling; it narrowed his vision, and he must see far. His shield was heavy; it threw him off balance, and his target was far away.
Remember us, as simple an order as a king can give. Remember why we died. For he didn't wish tribute or song. No monuments, no poems of war and valour. His wish was simple...remember us, he said to me. That was his hope. Should any free soul come across that place, in all the countless centuries yet to be, may all our voices whisper to you from the ageless stones: Go tell the Spartans, passer-by, that here by Spartan law we lie. So my king died, and my brothers died, barely a year ago. Long I pondered my king's cryptic talk of victory. Time has proven him wise, for from free Greek to free Greek the word was spread that bold Leonidas and his 300, so far from home, laid down their lives, not just for Sparta, but for all Greece and the promise this country holds. Now, here on this ragged patch of earth called Plataea, Xerxes' hordes face obliteration! Just there the barbarians huddle, sheer terror gripping tight their hearts with icy fingers, knowing full well what merciless horrors they suffered at the swords and spears of 300. Yet they stare now across the plain at 10,000 Spartans commanding 30,000 free Greeks! Haroo! The enemy outnumber us a paltry three to one! Good odds for any Greek. This day we rescue a world from mysticism and tyranny, and usher in a future brighter than anything we could imagine. Give thanks, men, to Leonidas and the brave 300! To victory!
Come back with your shield...or on it. [last words to her husband, Leonidas, before he and the 300 march off to Thermopylae]
They came with beasts from the blackness. With claws and fangs they grabbed us. Except for me.
Cruel Leonidas demanded that you stand. I require only that you kneel.
There will be no glory in your sacrifice. I will erase even the memory of Sparta from the histories. Every piece of Greek parchment shall be burned. Every Greek historian and every scribe shall have their eyes put out and their tongues cut from their mouths while uttering the very name of Sparta or Leonidas will be punishable by death. The world will never know you existed at all.
I had lived my entire life without regret until now. It's not that he died for his country. It's that I never got to tell him that I loved him the most. That he had stood by me with honor. That he was the best in me.
This will not be over quickly. You will not enjoy this. I am not your King.
This will not be over quickly. You will not enjoy this. I am not your Queen. [Seconds after she stabs Theron to death ]