For the gift of life, the only true thanks was in living fully, and facing death with honor.

I'm reverent from a distance.

In this new world, this day and forever, then, we are not only Thebans - we are all Stepsons. We are all one Sacred Band. If you will have us. And mine will fight by yours, henceforth, as brothers.

You're talent, and we're the talent scouts.

Order is its own reward.

We've the new hard-steel, though why they're all so hot to pay twice the price when men're soft as clay and even wood will pierce the boldest belly, I can't say.

A wise one determines his own fate.