Ramon: We have visitors. Tremendous visitors! Two simply enormous Roman lords on the hill.
Batiatus: How easily impressed you are, Ramon. Just 'cause they're Romans, I suppose they're enormous. Tell them to wait for me when they arrive.
Ramon: Master, you don't understand!
Batiatus: How enormous do these Roman lords get?
Ramon: One of them is Marcus Licinius Crassus.
Batiatus: What? Wait a minute. Crassus here? Varinia, my red toga with the acorns. And some chairs in the atrium. Second-best wine. No, the best, but small goblets.
[Notices a head-bust]
Batiatus: Gracchus! You know how Crassus loathes him. Take him away.
Ramon: I can't lift it.
Batiatus: Use your imagination! Cover him. Tell Marcellus to get the men ready. Crassus has expensive taste. He'll want a show of some sort.
[to the head-bust ]
Batiatus: Forgive me, Gracchus.