Moses: No son could have more love for you than I.
Sethi: Then why are you forcing me to destroy you? What evil has done this to you?
Moses: The evil that men should turn their brothers into beasts of burden, to be stripped of spirit, and hope, and strength - only because they are of another race, another creed. If there is a god, he did not mean this to be so.

Moses: The Lord of Hosts will do battle for us. Behold His mighty hand.

Moses: There is a beauty beyond the senses, Nefretiri. Beauty like the quiet of green valleys and still waters. Beauty of the spirit that you cannot understand.

Moses: What change is there in me? Egyptian or Hebrew I am still Moses. These are the same hands, the same arms, the same face that were mine a moment ago.

Moses: What has this child to do with me? Tell me.
Nefretiri: A child was wrapped in it.
Moses: Who was this child?
Nefretiri: Bithiah drew him from the river. Memnet was with her.
Moses: Who was this child?
Nefretiri: Memnet is dead. No one needs know who you are. I love you. I killed for you. I'll kill anyone who comes between us.
Moses: Why did you kill for me, Nefretiri? If you love me, do not lie.
Nefretiri: Hold me in your arms. Hold me close. You were not born prince of Egypt, Moses. You are the son of Hebrew slaves.
Moses: Love can not drown truth, Nefretiri. You do believe it, or you would not have killed Memnet.
Nefretiri: I love you. That's the only truth, I know.
Moses: Did this child, of the Nile, have a mother?
Nefretiri: Memnet called her Yochabel.
Moses: I will ask Bithiah.
[Moses then left Nefretiri, to speak with Bithiah]
Bithiah: How could you doubt me? You did not doubt me, as you took your first step. It's a wicked lie, spun by Rameses.
Moses: Did Rameses spin this?
[while he was asking Bithiah, Moses shows her the Hebrew cloth, that Memnet had kept hidden, as a secret and quiet for 30 years. In reality, it was infant Moses' swaddling cloth, 30 years earlier]
Bithiah: The word of your mother, against a piece of cloth found by Memnet?
Moses: How did you know it was Memnet?
Bithiah: Who else? Memnet nursed Rameses. She will pay, for spreading his lies.
Moses: She has paid.
Bithiah: She is dead?
Moses: At the hand of Nefretiri.
Moses: Memnet spoke of a woman named Yochabel. Did you ever know her?
Bithiah: [Trying to hide the truth] No.
Moses: Yours, was the face I saw, above my cradle. The only mother, I've ever

Moses: Will you swear in the name of your god that you are not my mother?
Yochabel: We do not even know His name.
Moses: Then look into my eyes and tell me you are not my mother.
Yochabel: [shaking her head] Oh, Moses, Moses. I can not. I can not.
[Yochabel, then heavily wept, on Moses' arms]

Moses: Would you bury the old woman alive in a tomb of rock?
Yochabel: Wise and noble One, It caught. I have not the strength to free myself.
Moses: Your shoulders should not bear a burden, old woman.
Yochabel: The Lord has renewed my strength and lightened my burdens.
Moses: He would have done better to remove them.

Moses: You know it is death to strike an Egyptian.
Joshua: I know it.
Moses: Yet you struck him. Why?
Joshua: To free the old woman.
Moses: What is she to you?
Joshua: An old woman.
[Joshua was defending his Hebrew race]
Egyptian guard: Lord Moses, send him to his death!
Moses: The man has courage. You do not speak like a slave.
Joshua: God made man. Man made slaves.
Moses: Which god?
Joshua: The God of Abraham, the Almighty God!
Moses: If your God is Almighty, why does He leave you in bondage?
Joshua: He will choose the hour of our freedom and the man who will deliver us!

Jethro: You have come far.
Moses: From Egypt.
Jethro: You crossed the desert on foot? He has no name surely guided your steps.
Moses: He who has no name? Do you Bedouins know the god of Abraham?
Jethro: Abraham is the father of many nations. We are the children of Ishmael, his firstborn. We are odedient of God.
Moses: My people look to him for deliverance, but they are still in bondage.

Nefretiri: [approaches Rameses as he is praying to an idol, over their dead son] How many more days and nights will you pray? Does he hear you?
Rameses: [praying] Dread Lord of Darkness, I have raised my voice to you, yet life has not come to the body of my son. Hear me!
Nefretiri: He cannot hear you. He's nothing but a piece of stone with the head of a bird.
Rameses: He will hear me. For I am Egypt.
Nefretiri: Egypt? You are nothing. You let Moses kill my son. No god can bring him back. What have you done to Moses? How did he die? Did he cry for mercy when you tortured him? Bring me to his body! I want to see it, Rameses! I want to see it!
Rameses: This is my son. He would have been Pharaoh and would have ruled the world. Who mourns him now? Not even you. All you can think of is Moses. You will not see his body. I drove him out of Egypt. I cannot fight the power of his God.
Nefretiri: His God? The priests say that Pharaoh is a god. But you are not a god. You are even less than a man! Listen to me, Rameses. You thought I was evil when I went to Moses. And you were right. Shall I tell you what happened, Rameses? He spurned me like a strumpet in the street. I, Nefretiri, Queen of Egypt! All that you wanted from me he would not even take! Do you hear laughter Pharaoh? Not the laughter of kings, but the laughter of slaves on the desert island!
Rameses: [after hearing the word 'laughter', he immediately became irate] Laughter? Laughter? My son I shall build your tomb upon their crushed bodies. If any escape me, their seed shall be spattered and accursed forever. My armor! The war crown! Laughter? I will turn the laughter of these slaves into wails of torment! They shall remember the name of Moses! Only that he died under my chariot wheels!
Nefretiri: [Rameses then threw Nefretiri down and clanged gong, Nefreteri still lying on ground] Kill him with you own hands.