Rome (TV Series)

How Titus Pullo Brought Down the Republic (2005)

Polly Walker: Atia of the Julii

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Quotes 

• Atia of the Julii : You. Leave this house this moment.

  Glabius : I will not! Octavia's my rightful wife.

  Atia of the Julii : You defy Caesar?

  Glabius : A fig for Caesar!

  Atia of the Julii : By the five Furies, if I was not a gentle woman, I would have you flayed, and hung from a bracket at the door!

• Atia of the Julii : Well, this is a merry do. Octavia, my honey, look alive at least. Poor Antony must think himself dead and swimming in Lethe water. Talk to the poor man, ask him questions.

  [to Antony] 

  Atia of the Julii : One would think she'd been raised by Germans.

  Octavia of the Julii : General Antony, does my mother's screaming irritate you?

  Mark Antony : Excuse me?

  Octavia of the Julii : When you and my mother are in coitus, there is a deal of screaming. I find it extremely irritating. I wondered whether you did also. Perhaps you like it. A testament to your skills.

  Atia of the Julii : So spiteful, and for what? You shame only yourself.

  [Octavia fakes a loud, obnoxious orgasm] 

  Mark Antony : [to Atia]  She has you exact.

• Atia of the Julii : Cicero!

  Marcus Tullius Cicero : My dear Atia. A pleasure. Forgive us for imposing at such a ludicrous hour.

  Atia of the Julii : Not at all, I adore it! The secrecy, the intrigue, it's most thrilling.

  Porcius Cato : Comprehend, woman: this meeting is invisible.

  Atia of the Julii : Be assured, Cato, I do not see you.

  [there is a knock at the door; Antony enters] 

  Atia of the Julii : General Antony, we are...

  Mark Antony : Oh, gods, your beauty is painful. You are the crucifix of Venus.

  [he kisses her hand] 

  Mark Antony : Let me die in your arms.

  Atia of the Julii : [giggling]  'Sist, Antony.

  Mark Antony : Good evening to you all.

  Porcius Cato : General Antony...

  Mark Antony : Tribune Antony, if you please.

  Porcius Cato : You are inside the sacred precincts of Rome, but yet you wear the bloody red cloak of a soldier.

  Mark Antony : [feigning surprise]  Che brutta figura! It completely fell from my mind. I'm most extremely sorry. Will you forgive me, friend Cato?

  [he starts to remove his cloak] 

  Mark Antony : Atia, please, will you take this and burn it?

  Marcus Tullius Cicero : That's not necessary.

  Mark Antony : Is it not? Oh, bene. Then let's stop all this blathering and get down to business.

  Porcius Cato : [offended]  Blathering, you say?

  Atia of the Julii : [clapping her hands]  What a congerie of heroes! Such vim. I feel like Helen of Troy. Would you adjourn to the courtyard?