Rameses: No, Moses. It is I who will possess all of her.
[to Nefretiri]
Rameses: You think when you are in my arms, it will be his face that you will see, not mine?
Nefretiri: Yes. Only his face.
Rameses: [to Moses] I defeated you in life. You shall not defeat me by your death. The dead are not scorched in the desert of desire. They do not suffer from the thirst of passion or stagger blindly towards some mirage of lost love. But you, Hebrew, will suffer all these things... by living.
Nefretiri: You will let him live!
Rameses: I will not make him a martyr for you to cherish. No phantom will come between you and me in the night. Yes, my sweet, I will let him live. Dead, you alone would possess him. From where I send him there is no returning, and you will never know if he has found forgetfulness within another woman's arms. Now look upon each other for the last time.