Dilios: When the boy was born, like all Spartans, he was inspected.
Daxos: We expected Sparta’s contribution to at least match our own.King Leonidas: Doesn’t it?
(points to Arcadian soldier behind Daxos)
King Leonidas: You there, Arcadian! What is your profession?
Free-Greek potter: I’m a potter, sir.
King Leonidas: (points to another soldier) And you, what is your profession?
Free-Greek sculptor: Sculptor, sir.
King Leonidas: Sculptor. (turns to third soldier) And you?
Free-Greek blacksmith: Blacksmith.
King Leonidas: SPARTANS! WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION?
Spartans: HA-OOH! HA-OOH! HA-OOH!
King Leonidas: (turning to Daxos) You see, old friend? I brought more soldiers than you did.
Dilios: Immortals…we put their name to the test.
Dilios: Immortals…they fail our Kings’s test. And the man who fancied himself a god feels a very human chill crawl up his spine.