Claudius: Men do not kill what they despise - only what they fear.

Messalina: [arrogantly] You'll never get him back. What can you offer him ? The company of slaves and beggars ? The refuse of Rome ? Poverty and self-denial ? Prayers ? Tears ? Death ? You see, I've studied your teachings, and I, Fisherman, I can give him the world. If he has to choose between us, do you think he'd hesitate for one minute ? Of course not. And that's why you hate me. I can see it in your eyes.
Peter: What you see in my eyes in pity.
[she tosses her goblet of wine in his face]
Messalina: Get out !

Messalina: What is your name?
Demetrius: Demetrius.
Messalina: You spoke of a god, Demetrius. Which god?
Demetrius: There is only one God.
Claudius: He's one of "them". This is very interesting. A Christian!
Messalina: Are you a Christian?
Demetrius: Yes.
Messalina: And you won't fight?
Demetrius: No.
Claudius: He can't my dear. It's against his religion to kill.

Messalina: Why did you run? I don't think you're a coward. You had no real chance of escaping, you must have known that!
Demetrius: This is a place where men are trained to kill each other like animals!
Messalina: And men aren't animals?
Demetrius: No!
Messalina: We admire a magnificent animal who fights. Why not a man who fights ?
Demetrius: Because God did not put man on earth to destroy his own kind. Nor a woman to enjoy their agonies as they die.

Caligula: [hallucinating] Do you see her Claudius ? The Goddess Diana. Every night she comes to me. My arms. There there she goes. Now do you see her ?
Claudius: No, sire.
Caligula: [angrily] Why not ?
Claudius: Only you gods are privileged to see each other.

Caligula: I have the power of life and death over every being in the empire! My power is as great as any god's! True?
Claudius: True, sire.
Caligula: Why should I have to die? Who should I have to suffer death like any plebeian, any slave? Is that logical? Is it?
Claudius: No, sire.

Demetrius: We traveled here together from Galilee, persuading people to give up their lives for a beautiful dream.
[he attempts to hand a goblet of wine to Peter]
Demetrius: Take it Peter. It's real... hot spiced, with cinnamon and cloves.
[chuckles and looks towards Messalina]
Demetrius: Did you know that Jesus could turn water into wine? And that was only one of his tricks.
Peter: Yes, only one. Anything that was base, He could make noble. He found a leper and made him clean. He found death and He made life. He found you a slave, and He made you free.
Demetrius: Get out!
Peter: And now you've won a great victory over Him, haven't you tribune ? You've made yourself a slave again.