Joshua: Water lily!
Lilia: My name is Lilia.
Joshua: To me, you are a lily, and I want water.
Lilia: Joshua, I thought you'd never come down.
Joshua: Water before love, my girl.
Lilia: Oh, does it take the entire Nile to quench your thirst?
Joshua: No, only your lips.
Lilia: Be careful, my love. Dathan's eyes can see through stone.
Joshua: Dathan is a vulture, preying on the flesh of his own people.
Lilia: When he looks at me, I... I am afraid.
Joshua: If he touches you, I'll strangle him with his own whip!
Lilia: And bring death to a thousand others?
Joshua: Is life in bondage better than death?

Bithiah: [just after Bithiah drew Infant Moses, off of the Nile River] Because I drew you from the water, you shall be called "Moses".
[in pride of finding him]
Bithiah: Moses! Moses!
[while speaking, Bithiah, gently lifted lnfant Moses up in the air, for five to ten seconds and then gently lowered him back down, into her arms]

Bithiah: A conquerer, already conquered?
Moses: The first face I look for and the last I find.
[as Moses saw Bithiah, he knelt to her, to honor her]
Moses: Mother!
Bithiah: I was thanking the gods for your safe return. But I find you in grave danger here.
Moses: An intoxicating danger, mother.
Bithiah: Marry her if you can, my son, but never fall in love with her.
Nefretiri: Oh, I'll be less trouble to him than the Hebrew slaves of Goshen.
Bithiah: Goshen?

Bithiah: I am the Pharaoh's daughter, and this is my son. He shall be reared in my house, as the prince of the two lands.
Memnet: My mother and her mother before her were branded into the Pharaoh's service. I will not see you make this son of slaves a prince of Egypt.
Bithiah: You will see it, Memnet. You will see him walk with his head among the eagles. You will serve him as you serve me. Fill the ark with water sink it into silence.
[Memnet then shoved the floating ark, into the Nile, but kept the Hebrew cloth]
Bithiah: Raise your hands, Memnet. What you have buried in the Nile will remain buried in your heart. Swear it.
Memnet: I will be silent.
Bithiah: The day you break that oath will be the last your eyes shall ever see.

Bithiah: Moses, do not enter! There is only sorrow here.
Moses: Are you comforting it, Mother? I followed you here to find this woman Yocha... You were the woman who was caught between the stones.
Yochabel: Until you come.
Bithiah: My son, if you love me, you will...
Moses: I love you, Mother, but am I your son? Or yours?
Yochabel: No, you are not my son. If you believe that men and women are cattle to be driven under the lash, if you can bow before idols of stone and golden images of beasts, you are not my son.

Bithiah: They're going away, Moses, and the secret's going with them. No one need ever know the shame I brought upon you.
Moses: Shame? 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 was mine a moment ago.
Yochabel: A moment ago you were her son, the strength of Egypt. Now you are my son, a slave of Egypt. You find no shame in this?
Moses: If there is no shame in me, how can I feel shame for the woman who bore me, or the race that bred me?

Bithiah: Your tongue will dig your grave, Memnet!
[Reminding Memnet of her vow, when she noticed the ark, 30 years earlier]

Baka: [after Baka got Lilia cleaned] No, no, no, no, no. Not red with the red, with the Summur gown.
Dathan: My eyes can be used elsewhere, lord Baka.
Baka: Before you go let them look upon you thought unworthy. You would let such a flower, go ungathered. Dathan, you can see only mud, so pick up her muddy clothes and go. Go, all of you!

Baka: We use the old ones for greasing the stones. If they are killed it is no loss.
Moses: Are you a master builder or a master butcher?
Baka: If we stop moving stones for every grease woman who falls, the city will not rise.
Overseer: If the slaves are not driven they will not work.
Joshua: If their work lags it is because they are not fed.
Moses: You look strong enough.
Joshua: I am a stonecutter. The Pharoah likes his images cut deep.

Baka: Will you lose a throne because Moses builds a city?
Rameses: The city that he builds shall bear my name, the woman that he loves shall bear my child. So let it be written, so it shall be done.