Carol: haven't had a chance to say, I'm glad you came back.
Daryl: To what? All this?
Carol: This is our home.
Daryl: This is a tomb.
Carol: That's what T-Dog called it, thought he was right, until you found me. He's your brother, but he's not good for you. Don't let him bring you down. After all look how far you've come.
DSU Martin Schenk: I know men like you the way you know men like me, and I know you wouldn't have done this if you believed there was the least chance of it coming back on you. Well, guess what: it's come back on you like the Hand of God, and the next words from your mouth will determine the weight and velocity of the staggering tonnage of shit that's about to plummet onto your head.
Discord: 'What fun is there in making sense?"
Stephen Merchant: This is the sort of thing you find when if they find maybe a pamphlet or a booklet written by a psychopath. Just before they went on a rampage and turned the gun on themselves, they go through their possessions and find a book and it's got weird drawings, women with knives in their face and this kind of gobbledygoop.
Spartacus: Gannicus stands the only among us to win his freedom upon the sands.
Laeta: If free, why does he raise arms with the slaves against the republic?
Spartacus: He took up cause to honor a fallen brother - one that taught many of us the ways of battle, and the bond that joins all men and such with it.