A Warrior Queen, and others, had recommended this for some time, and I just saw it last night. Being reminded of what I can do, why I do it, and what I train to do it, slams me with energy and resolve.
Queen Gorgo: Spartan!
Spartan King Leonidas: Yes, my lady?
Queen Gorgo: Come back with your shield, or on it.
Xerxes: Your Athenian rivals will kneel at your feet... if you but kneel at mine.
Spartan King Leonidas: That is quite an offer. Only a mad man would refuse it. But this kneeling business... I'm afraid killing all those slaves of yours has left me with a nasty cramp in my leg.
Xerxes: Imagine what horrible fate awaits my enemies when I would gladly kill any of my own men for victory.
Spartan King Leonidas: And I would die for any of mine.
Messenger: A thousand nations of the Persian empire descend upon you. Our arrows will blot out the sun!
Stelios: Then we will fight in the shade.
...
Stelios: What the hell are you laughing at?
Astinos: You had to say it!
Stelios: What?
Astinos: Fight in the shade!
Spartan King Leonidas: Give them nothing! But take from them everything!
Dilios: Now, as then, it's not fear that grips him, only restlessness.
Queen Gorgo: Spartan!
Spartan King Leonidas: Yes, my lady?
Queen Gorgo: Come back with your shield, or on it.
Xerxes: Your Athenian rivals will kneel at your feet... if you but kneel at mine.
Spartan King Leonidas: That is quite an offer. Only a mad man would refuse it. But this kneeling business... I'm afraid killing all those slaves of yours has left me with a nasty cramp in my leg.
Xerxes: Imagine what horrible fate awaits my enemies when I would gladly kill any of my own men for victory.
Spartan King Leonidas: And I would die for any of mine.
Messenger: A thousand nations of the Persian empire descend upon you. Our arrows will blot out the sun!
Stelios: Then we will fight in the shade.
...
Stelios: What the hell are you laughing at?
Astinos: You had to say it!
Stelios: What?
Astinos: Fight in the shade!
Spartan King Leonidas: Give them nothing! But take from them everything!
Dilios: Now, as then, it's not fear that grips him, only restlessness.