Titus quotes from Spartacus: Gods of the Arena

[to Batiatus] Every choice you make, shapes your fate, Quintus. I cannot change missteps of the past. But I will see you on proper path. And Lucretia must be swept from it.

[to Batiatus] You have caused much heartache. Never heeding my words. Fighting me at every turn, your ambition the bolt hurled against my wishes. And here is where it has led. Two men at constant odds. Mired in the ruins of what might have been. Ruins I aided in creation. I wanted you to join me here, to see them buried. You are my son, Quintus. And I will always love you. No matter the path you take.

Melitta

Your return lifts the heart, Dominus.

Only for those who yet possess one.

Have you lost mind!?! Again attempting to maneuver around Tullius?

Batiatus

I only sought to elevate our position

By plunging the good name of this house into muck and shit!

Batiatus

What would you have me do? Bow and scrape to that fucking lunatic?

He is above our station! I gave warning not to provoke the man. You ignore it and here are the results. A Roman citizen. Dead in my house.

Lucretia

By the hands of the very man you defend.

You help set this in motion, and now claim innocence in the outcome?

Lucretia

I claim vengeance! His life for hers. Blood and brains on the fucking floor!

Batiatus

Reward well deserved!

So this is why you spirited me to Neapolis. Not to find common ground, but to bury your father!

Batiatus

That was not my intent!

You knew nothing of this? It was all that woman's doing? Huh? The two of you feed off each other, fattening yourselves with lies. Well I would see the feast at an end.

Batiatus

Lucretia is my wife!

A word that should lift a man, filling his life with ease and children. She gives you neither.

Batiatus

You seek to tear heart from chest, and expect gratitude it no longer beats.

I seek only to call you son, absent shame in the title.

Batiatus

And I only ever wished to make you proud, father.

Tell me I have been mistaken about you. Tell me you are not the serpent I have thought you to be.

Lucretia

I am not. I'm far worse.

Lucretia

I never cared what you thought of me. My lack of breeding. The absence of family or a name of worth. These things I cannot deny. But how low you considered your son? A man I love more than life itself? That could not be tolerated. So I began poisoning your beloved honey wine. My intent not to rob you of life. Only to mimic illness. A cough, increasing in its discomfort, easily blamed on Capua's dust and heat. It brought much joy when you departed for the wet shores of Sicilia. And Quintus, how he flourished when removed from overbearing shadow! And then you returned. To torture him, as you did all those years. So I began bringing you your honeyed wine again. To force you back to Sicilia. Yet it was not enough. You were not moved, despite ailing health. No. A more permanent solution was required between us. One that I added to Tullius' gift. Quintus will not forgive Tullius this. He will strike in your name. And Gaia's death will be avenged.

You curse this house!

Lucretia

No, father. I elevate it.