Titus Pullo quotes from Rome

Vorenus

Pullo, report to Princess Cleopatra and do whatever she tells you!

Pullo

[exhales] Gods, that was something, let me tell you...

Vorenus

I don't want to hear about it! If you're wise, you'll never speak of this again.

Pullo

Why? I was only obeying orders. Bloody good orders, too!

Antony

Centurion Vorenus... as was.

Vorenus

[lying in bed] Sir.

Antony

[disgusted] Look at the fucking state of you.

Pullo

It's mourning dress, sir. He...

Antony

Mourning? You may well mourn. Caesar is dead, and it was you as good as held the knife. Stand to fucking attention when I'm talking to you! [Vorenus does.] You know that your name is disgraced forever?

Vorenus

I do, sir.

Antony

"I do, sir"? Why then are you still alive? Why have you not done your damned duty and opened your stomach?

Vorenus

I would like that above all things, sir. But Dis is my master, and he will take me when he chooses. At present, he wishes for me to suffer here, on this earth.

Antony

You are wrong, Centurion. Dis is not your master. I am your master, by sacred oath under the standards of the Thirteenth. [stoops to pick up the rotting head on the floor] And this, I take it, was Erastes Fulmen?

Pullo

I told him to get rid, but it calms him to look at the thing.

Antony

Not content to let our great father die, you start a damn war on the Aventine that threatens to engulf the whole fucking city! [tosses Erastes' head out the door] Now... would you like a chance to redeem yourself, Centurion?

Vorenus

There's no redemption.

Antony

No man is beyond redemption, Lucius. Not even you.

[in tears] I'm preglant!

Titus Pullo

What?

I'm preglant! Preglant!!

Titus Pullo

[surprised, but delighted] What, pregnant?

Whatever you call it!

What is your name, young man?

Pullo

Titus Pullo, sir. Late of the Thirteenth.

Ah, the famous Titus Pullo. I'm honoured.

Pullo

Likewise, honoured. Talk about famous. Everyone's heard of Cicero.

Yes. I daresay your work today will earn you immortality.

Pullo

How's that?

I will be in all the history books. My killer's name, no doubt, will live on also.

Pullo

[slightly disappointed] Ah, my name... thought you meant me. [looks at a fruit tree] Good peaches!

Yes, just getting ripe. There's no way I can dissuade you from your task, I suppose? I have a great deal of money.

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.