Uttering the very name of Sparta, or Leonidas, will be punishable by death! The world will never know you existed at all!

It's an honor to die at your side.

Spartans! What is your profession?

A thousand nations of the Persian empire descend upon you. Our arrows will blot out the sun!

This is blasphemy! This is madness!

Your lips can finish what your fingers have started... or has the Oracle robbed you of your desire as well?

It is the law, my lord. The Spartan army must not go to war.

There can be no victory here. Why do you smile?

What makes this woman think she can speak among men?

My arm!

All that God-King Xerxes requires is this: a simple offering of earth and water. A token of Sparta's submission to the will of Xerxes.

It would be nothing short of madness for you, brave king, and your valiant troops to perish. All because of a simple misunderstanding. There is much our cultures could share.

Dilios, I trust that 'scratch' hasn't made you useless.

I have filled my heart with hate.

It isn't wise to stand against me, Leonidas. Imagine what horrible fate awaits my enemies when I would gladly kill any of my own men for victory.

Consider the beautiful land you so vigorously defend. Picture it reduced to ash at my whim! Consider the fate of your women!

Spartans, lay down your weapons.

Trust the gods, Leonidas.

They look thirsty!

Your Athenian rivals will kneel at your feet if you will but kneel at mine.