Phaedra Quotes in Immortals (2011)

Stavros: Hyperion's legions are gathering at Tartarus. That's where Hellenists will fall.

Phaedra: That future's not set.

Stavros: But likely. It'll be a slaughter.

Phaedra: You have no faith.

Dareios: Heathens.

Stavros: That is true, Dareios. But not always. When I was just a boy, I prayed to the Gods, for a horse. The Gods never answered me. So I stole one, instead.

Dareios: We're surrounded by heathens.

[Falls dead with a knife in his back]

Phaedra: To those whom much is given, much is taken away.

Stavros: Good to see you're still alive. Worried that cow had gotten the best of you.

Theseus: It almost did. She saved my life.

Stavros: Looks like she did more than that.

Phaedra: [Looks down embarrassed]

Theseus: Careful.

Stavros: Just 'cause you have that bow doesn't mean I'm going to treat you any differently.

Theseus: Good. We march to the monastery.

[Turns and starts walking away]

Theseus: We have a war to fight.

Phaedra: Life is an illusion. Death is real.

Phaedra: He's important man, Mr. Calder, huh?

Victor Parmalee: In his pedestrian way. "Incorruptible Jim," I call him.

Phaedra: You know him a long time?

Victor Parmalee: Our paths have crossed and re-crossed: in Dresden, Rotterdam, Florence - wherever the Nazis looted. Raphaels, Rembrandts, even down to a dreary little china pot, which belonged to Madame Pompadour... there was always Captain Jim Calder of the U.S. Army, restoring priceless objects to their rightful owners - a typical middle-class gesture.

Victor Parmalee: You'll dive with Calder - dive all over the Aegean Sea. Except in one spot: the spot with the boy on a dolphin.

Phaedra: But sir...

Victor Parmalee: [Cutting her off] Dive until he runs out of patience, runs out of ambition, out of money, out of oxygen, and hope!

Phaedra: [Tapping her finger to her temple] Oh, Mr. Parmalee, you have plenty of noodle, you know?

Victor Parmalee: Thank you.

Phaedra: Now, we all have wine!

Phaedra: Don't come to Greece.

Alexis: Phaedra... please, help me... let me go.

Phaedra: I can't.

Alexis: I don't call you "mother," do I?

Phaedra: If you do, I'll kill you.

Phaedra: Didn't your father teach you *any* Greek?

Alexis: No. Mother wouldn't let him. She thinks all Greeks are savages.

Phaedra: [Ercy is dabbing some of Phaedra's perfume on herself, thinking it will help her be attractive to Alexis] Don't touch my perfume! I don't like my perfume on other people.