Gershom: [Moses and Sephora are now parents] Did the little boy die in the desert, my father?
Moses: No, God brought Ishmael and Hagar into a good land.
Gershom: The same God, who lives on the mountain?
Moses: It may be, my son.
Sephora: Moses! Moses!
Moses: Here.
[Gershom starts to try blow shofar and Moses chuckles]
Moses: Your mother is calling.
Sephora: Moses! There is a man, among the sheep.
[Sephora saw Joshua]
Moses: Keep sounding the alarm, Gershom, but stay here, until your mother comes.
Sephora: In the cleft, behind the rock.
Moses: Your eyes are as sharp as they are beautiful.

Rameses: [banishing Moses to the desert] Here is your king's scepter, and here is your kingdom, with the scorpion, the cobra, and the lizard for subjects. Free them if you will. Leave the slaves to me.

Rameses: [to Dathan, the next day, after Baka's death] Do you haggle with me, like a seller of melons, in the marketplace?

Rameses: Let him rave on, that men will know him mad.

Rameses: Now speaks the rat that would be my ears.
Dathan: Too many ears tie a rat's tongue.

Rameses: So, Moses, it is I who own your woman. I know that when I hold you in my arms, it will be his face that you will see, not mine.
Nefretiri: Yes, only his face.
Rameses: I have defeated you in life, Moses. You shall not defeat me with your death. The dead do not scorch in the desert of desire, suffer from the thirst of passion, nor stumble blindly towards some mirage of lost love. But you, Hebrew, will suffer all these things, by living.
Nefretiri: You will let him live?
Rameses: I will not make him a martyr for you to cherish. No phantom will come between you and me in the night. Yes, I will let him live. From where I send him there is no return. You will never know if he has found forgetfulness in some other woman's arms. Now, look upon each other for the last time.

Rameses: You have rat's ears and a ferret's nose.
Dathan: To use in your service, true son of Pharaoh.
Rameses: Add to them, the eyes of a weasel. And find me this would-be deliverer.

Commander of the Host: Let us go from this place, men cannot fight against a God.
Rameses: It is better to die in battle with a God, than to live in shame.

Memnet: What have you found?
Bithiah: The answer to my prayers!
Memnet: [in light humor] You prayed for a basket?
Bithiah: No, I prayed for a son.
Memnet: Your husband is in the house of the dead.
Bithiah: And he has asked the Nile god, to bring me this beautiful boy.
Bithiah: [Memnet raised her hands, as if she was stunned] Do you know the pattern, of this cloth?
Bithiah: If my son is in it, it is a royal robe.

Moses: [just after Moses defended himself, against Rameses' accusations, he opens a curtain, to Sethi] Let your own image proclaim my loyalty for a thousand years.
Sethi: Superb!