- Lucretia: Take off your dress. Tits, ass, and cunt all appear to be without disease or deformity. Which tells me the fault is not in the flesh, but in the pitch.
- Lucretia: Return to his cell tonight. And I expect his cock in you - or you'll find a sword in its place.
- Lucretia: The opposite sex has no sense whatever when it comes to their limits. They must be constantly watched, less they harm themselves in the simple act of being men.
- Lucretia: How did you fair with Spartacus last night? Was his *cock* of impressive size when engorged? How many times did he have you? Huh?