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Caesar doesn't age...
He matures.
His hair doesn't go grey... It lightens.
Caesar is immortal...
for years to come.
Caesar is mighty, all-conquering.
He's a leopard,
a samurai!
He's indebted to no man.
Not Rocco or his brothers
or the Sicilian clan!
Caesar has the right stuff.
The Academy even named Caesar Best Emperor.
Ave, me!
He knows.
Ave, Caesar. Your son's here.
Egypt has her 7 plagues. Caesar has Brutus.
Ave, Dad. I was in Greece.
- A word. - He's listening.
A small hitch. My wedding has been delayed.
It's OK, nothing serious.
That slob Obnoxias will marry her to the Olympic winner.
So, I've decided to represent Rome!
- Who? You? - Yeah!
- Ridiculous! - Why?
You can't represent yourself!
- Romans run faster, jump higher... - Me!
Caesar is Roman. The world is well conceived.
Your proper place is behind Caesar!
- I'm going anyway. - Caesar says no!
- Whatever... - By Jupiter! Speak up!
It's always the same.
Whenever I want the slightest thing,
you cut me down. If Mama were here...
Forget your mother!
So be it. The die is cast.
If you want to show off, do it!
Go Greek on me!
Dad!
Excuse me.
I brought you a souvenir from Greece, a bag of olives.
My taster's dead.
Oh, they're pitted.
This year alone,
your little gifts have cost me 47 tasters!
Really? 47? That's a lot.
No, but these are kosher.
Go on, swallow it.
One leopard had to go.