Paris:
War is waged by nations, but it is human beings who pay the price.

Cassandra:
You should be dead.

Paris:
Give me a minute.

Paris:
The Greeks have other ideas.

Paris:
Like, cut of our heads, put them on pikes, let birds eat our eyes... that sort of thing.

Helen:
...but tonight, when I saw you, something began to tear away my shield to expose the one thing I cannot endure: hope.

Helen:
Loving me kills people, destroys families, causes such grief you cannot imagine!

Agammemnon:
There is no peace with Troy!

Theseus:
The most beautiful girl in the world is here in Sparta.

Pirithous:
She's just a child!

Theseus:
I'll ripen her like grapes; I'll age her like wine. When she ages just enough, I'll taste her.

Pollux:
Someday, soon, you will marry.

Helen:
I already know who to.

Pollux:
You do?

Helen:
I saw him.

Pollux:
Where?

Helen:
In the water.

Pollux:
You'll marry a fish?

Helen:
He's a shepherd.

Pollux:
Oh that's likely.

Theseus:
Someday, some place, you'll find someone better, someone worthy. When you do, neither the gods will nor the earth's turning will keep you from him.

Helen:
That's how I feel about you.

Theseus:
Well, Helen, this is only a kind of practice. Someday you'll know the difference.

Agammemnon:
The weight of a crown has made my brother wise beyond my expertise.

Hector:
Now he's talking war against Troy.

Paris:
Why?

Hector:
Because we control access to the silks and spices of Byzantine.

Paris:
Psh

Hector:
What?

Paris:
I can't believe people go to war over nutmeg.

Hector:
Well, they do, Paris, and you'd better get used to it.