Lilia: Dathan, if you fear God, let me go.
Dathan: I am here, girl, because I put no trust in a desert god and his mud-pit prophet. I prospered because I bowed lower than my brothers before the Egyptians, and now the Egyptians bow low before me. Joshua wanted you... Baka wanted you... but you belong to me... a gift from Rameses to His Excellency.
Lilia: I will bow before you, Dathan. I will work my hands raw for you, but please, please, do not shame me before my Lord.
Dathan: Your lord is the govenor of Goshen.
Lilia: What difference to my shame?
Dathan: No difference to you, my dove of Cannan, but to a condemned slave like Joshua, it could make the difference between death on the spikes and life... in the copper mines of Sinai. What would you do to influence His Excellency's clemency?
Lilia: [sobbing] Anything, Dathan. Anything.
Dathan: Joshua will always be grateful to you... my little mud flower. His fate is better than the one that waits for Moses.