— You still hold you head cocked like that.
— I have to stop that.
— No, like a dear listening in the wind you strike me still, Alexander. You have eyes like no other. I sound as stupid as a school boy, but you're everything I care for. And by the sweet breath of Aphrodite I'm so jealous of losing you to this world you want so badly.
— My poor child. You're like Achilles; cursed by your greatness. You must never confuse your feelings with your duties, Alexander. A king must make public gestures for the common people. You will be nineteen this summer, and the girls already say you don't like them, you like Hephastion more. I understand, it's natural for a young man. But if you go to Asia without leaving a successor you risk all
— Hephastion loves me. As I am. Not who.
— Look at you. You are everything that he was not. He was coarse, you are refined. He was a general, and you are a king. He could not rule himself... and you shall rule the world. <...> No, Alexander. Zeus is your father. Act like it. <...> I taught you my heart, Alexander! And by Zeus and Dionysus, you grew beautiful.
— Damn your sorceress soul.
— Your soul is mine, Alexander.
King Philip II: — Attalus is my family now, the same as you.
Alexander: — Then choose your relatives more carefully. Don't expect me to sit here and watch you shame yourself.
King Philip II: — Shame?
Attalus: — You insult me!
Alexander: — I insult you! A man not fit to lick the ground my mother walks on. You dog, questioning your queen.
King Philip II: — Shame? I've nothing to be ashamed of, you arrogant brat. I'll marry the girl if I want, and I'll have as many sons as I want. There's nothing you or your harpy mother can do.