Giulia Farnese: How is it that Cesare, Cesare, Rodrigo's own son, has managed to curry favor with his father's enemy, yet you cannot?
Alessandro Farnese: Cesare is a military genius who lives a charmed life. My sole weapon is your pussy.
Guiliano Della Rovere: There is in God a deep but dazzling darkness.
Agapito Geraldini: Your bank accounts in Genoa, Venice, and Florence have been impounded by each government.
Cesare Borgia: [wearing his black shirt] Can you see me?
Agapito Geraldini: [no]
Isabella d'Este Gonzaga: When I was little I used to come here to hide from papa. Papa still roams these halls.
Lucrezia Borgia: I have also lost my father, a god who walked among us. But now he is merely a story I tell my children - a story which they will truly never understand.
King Louis d'Orleans: My friend, you are on edge. Come to Leon, visit your wife, your daughter. Take off your armor, Cesare, the metal weighs you down.
Cesare Borgia: This is not my armor, this is my skin...
Cesare Borgia: We are born filled with the capacity to trust in something else, something... I was going to say greater, but perhaps that which controls us is not great. Perhaps God in something smaller or lesser than we are.
Lucrezia Borgia: Perhaps faith is not innate, but learned. What if the silly priest does not only teach us the answer, but also the question?
Cesare Borgia: But can a priest teach an emotion? When I gazed at you my heart swells. As long as you exist, I know that there is something other then me. What do you see when you see me?
Lucrezia Borgia: My brother.
Cesare Borgia: Is that faith? That what you see and what you believe is not only the same, but is also true? If I believe our father is alive, is he alive? If I believe Julius Della rovere is dead, is he dead?
Lucrezia Borgia: For you, yes.
Cesare Borgia: Well, this is where we differ. One of these men is definitely alive, and one is definitely dead. Over time I've replaced my faith in God alone, in the Church, in Fortuna, in Astrology, in myself, in you - none seem to last.
Lucrezia Borgia: You throw your soul to the wind like a rock, as if the rock will grow wings and fly.
Cesare Borgia: So you would have me what, surrender?
Cesare Borgia: Lucrezia! You are my priest, my prophet. You elevate my being. You enliven my mind. Faith must never harden. Faith must... flow, and rise, and fall, and change. In that I can trust. I must go.
Lucrezia Borgia: I must stay.
Giovanni Batista Caracciolo: [using a loud horn] Resist us and you will die.
Cesare Borgia: [standing on the wall] There lies the difference between us and the reason I know that I will live. To you, death is something to be feared. To me, death is the ultimate challenge, the final victory. But alas, I am not yet worthy of death. What is you name?
Giovanni Batista Caracciolo: Giovanni Batista Caracciolo My wife is Doloterra Batista.
Cesare Borgia: I'm sorry that the birth of my daughter stretched out your wife's vagina.