Spartacus (1960)

— What are you thinking about?
— I'm free. And what do I know? I don't even know how to read.
— You know things that can't be taught.
— I know nothing. Nothing. And I wanna know. I want to... I wanna know.
— Know what?
— Everything! Why a star falls and a bird doesn't, where the sun goes at night, why the moon changes shape. I wanna know where the wind comes from.
— The wind begins in a cave: far to the north, a young god sleeps in that cave. He dreams of a girl and he sighs, and the night wind stirs with his breath.
— I wanna know all about you. Every line, every curve. I wanna know every part of you. Every beat of your heart.

— There's one man I hate: Crassus.
— You've grown very ambitious in your hatred.

— If you looked into a magic crystal, you saw your army destroyed and yourself dead. If you saw that in the future, as I'm sure you're seeing it now, would you continue to fight?
— Yes.
— Knowing that you must lose?
— Knowing we can. All men lose when they die and all men die. But a slave and a free man lose different things.
— They both lose life.
— When a free man dies, he loses the pleasure of life. A slave loses his pain. Death is the only freedom a slave knows. That's why he's not afraid of it. That's why we'll win.

— Rome is the mob.
— No! Rome is an eternal thought in the mind of God.
— I'd no idea you'd grown religious.
— It doesn't matter. If there were no gods at all I'd still revere them. If there were no Rome, I'd dream of her.

I'd rather be here, a free man among brothers, facing a long march and a hard fight, than to be the richest citizen of Rome, fat with food he didn't work for, and surrounded by slaves. <...> And maybe there's no peace in this world, for us or for anyone else, I don't know. But I do know that, as long as we live, we must remain true to ourselves.

Here's your victory. He'll come back. He'll come back, and he'll be millions!

Go now, and make my joy complete. Save your tears now, save them for the journey.

— Did you fear him, Crassus?
— Not when I fought him, I knew he could be beaten. But now I fear him, even more than I fear you.
— Me?
— Yes, my dear Caesar, you.

— What's your name?
— You don't want to know my name. I don't want to know your name.
— Just a friendly question.
— Gladiators don't make friends. If we're ever matched in the arena together, I have to kill you.

This republic of ours is something like a rich widow. Most Romans love her as their mother, but Crassus dreams of marrying the old girl, to put it politely.