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Rome
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| Title: | Philippi |
| Episode Number: | 18 |
| Season: | 2 |
| Season Episode #.: | 6 |
| Original Airdate: | Sunday February 18th, 2007 |
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Jul 08, 2007 |
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Vorenus is ordered to prune the ranks of Rome's elite; Brutus and Cassius prepare to face the recently allied Octavian and Antony in the Battle of Philippi; Levi and Timon create mayhem at a synagogue; Pullo thwarts Cicero's attempt to warn Brutus.
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| Nearly 400 extras were needed to film the battle scene in the closing scene of the episode.
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| Antony: Do you understand what I'm saying or shall I speak more slowly?
Octavian: No, making use of strategic surprise is obvious. To that end, there is a list of the most prominent friends and supporters of Brutus and Cassius left in Rome. We should kill them before they learn what we're about.
Antony: You are a ferocious little cunt... with a pen.
| Pullo: Save me some of that chicken, girls. Or I'm eating Lucius when I get back.
Vorenus: Good luck.
Pullo: Ha! It's my middle name.
| Cicero's Slave: (weakly) Leave him alone!
Pullo: Give over, put your weapon down.
Cicero's Slave: Never!
Pullo: Don't mess about, I haven't got all day!
| Eirene: I'm preglant.
Pullo: What?!
Eirene: I'm preglant! Preglant!
Pullo: Pregnant?
Eirene: Whatever you call it!
| Antony: If you need to urinate, now would be the time.
Octavian: I'm fine, thank you.
Antony: Sure? Let us begin, then. Watch closely, boy. This is how history is made. Now, let's have some fun.
| Octavian: What is happening, do you know?
Antony: No idea. (to his troops) On my command, follow me!
Octavian: Where are you going?
Antony: When in doubt... ATTACK!
| Brutus: (to his remaining troops) It has been an honour and a pleasure leading you. And I am sorry we could not do better. But you must look to yourselves now, save your skins.
| Antony: Breathe deep, boy. The smell of victory!
Octavian: Smoke, shit and rotting flesh.
Antony: Beautiful, isn't it?
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