Give them nothing, but take from them everything!
We do what we were trained to do, what we were bred to do, what we were born to do.
Clearly you don't know our women. I might as well have marched them up here, judging by what I've seen.
Remember this day, men, for it will be yours for all time.
This is where we hold them. This is where we fight! This is where they die!
The world will know that free men stood against a tyrant, that few stood against many, and before this battle was over, that even a god-king can bleed.
Yes! I want it all. Wealth. Women. And one more thing... I want a uniform.
Ready your breakfast and eat hearty for tonight we dine in hell!
This will not be over quickly. You will not enjoy this. I am not your queen.
Hundreds leave. A handful stay. Only one looks back.
Spartans never retreat. Spartans never surrender.
This battle is over when I say it is over.
Our ancestors built this wall using ancient stones from the bosom of Greece herself. And with a little Spartan help, your Persian scouts supplied the mortar.
What makes this woman think she can speak among men?
Only Spartan women give birth to real men.
In the end a Spartan's true strength is the warrior next to him. So give respect and honor to him, and it will be returned to you.
It's not fear that grips him, only restlessness. A heightened sense of things.
When the boy was born, like all Spartans, he was inspected. If he'd been small or puny or sickly or misshapen he would have been discarded.
This is blasphemy. This is madness!
Immortals? We'll put their name to the test.
Come back with your shield... or on it.
We are with you, sire! For Sparta, for freedom, to the death!
It is not a question of what a Spartan citizen should do, nor a husband, nor a king. Instead, ask yourself, my dearest love, what should a free man do?