Ron RandellQuotes

Lucius: Pilate offered that mob a choice.

Barabbas: [incredulous] And they chose me?

Lucius: Your followers yelled the loudest. Go; look at Him who is dying for you.

Pontius Pilate: How many followers has he?

Lucius: Who? God, Jesus, or Barabbas?

Pontius Pilate: Barabbas.

Lucius: How many dissatisfied Jews are there in Jerusalem?

Pontius Pilate: Have you considered the possibility of the followers of Jesus and Barabbas joining forces?

Lucius: I have.

Pontius Pilate: Where would it happen?

Lucius: Since we are here...here!

Pontius Pilate: What did the man say?

Lucius: [dryly] He spoke of...peace, love, and the brotherhood of man.

Herod Antipas: [scoffs] Is that all?

Lucius: [leaves] That is all.

Herod Antipas: [noticing Pilate looks puzzled] What is the matter?

Pontius Pilate: The look on Lucius face.

Herod Antipas: He had a long journey. He looked tired.

Pontius Pilate: [cools off the heat stove with cold water] He looked more than tired to my eyes.

John the Baptist: You treated me well. I should like to ask just one more kindness.

Lucius: Ask.

John the Baptist: Before I leave this world, I would send a message to Jesus.

Lucius: What is the message?

John the Baptist: Ask of Him, in these words, "Was it Your coming that was foretold, or are we to expect another?

Lucius: You doubt Him?

John the Baptist: No. I do not doubt Him. But I would like to hear it from His own lips.

Lucius: [remembering Jesus as a boy he met] For some reason, I favored Your mother once before. I will give You a moment with the prisoner John. But remember this...break Caesar's law, and you shall find in me the most merciless of men.

Lucius: The prisoner John is not allowed visitors. If You wish to send him a message, leave it with the guard.

Jesus: I would see John.

Lucius: Why?

Jesus: I come to free John.

Lucius: [sarcastically] And just how do you propose to break him free from his cell?

Jesus: I come to free him within his cell.

Lucius: Freedom? Behind stone walls?

Jesus: You are free to come and go as you please, and yet you are still a prisoner because you place no faith in anything but your sword.

Pontius Pilate: Who are these prople?

Lucius: They call themselves Zealots. A man named Barabbas leads them.

Pontius Pilate: I want him in chains before the year runs out.

Lucius: Putting him in chains will be easy: getting our hands on him, that's what is difficult.

Camel Driver: [spotting the 12-year-old Jesus, while refreshing himself in a well in Nazareth] Your son?

Mary: Yes.

Camel Driver: And, does He like being a carpenter?

Mary: Yes, He does.

Camel Driver: There's a big world outside this garden. Do you want Him to see it?

Mary: He will see it soon enough.

Camel Driver: Let me take Him with me. I'll pay you well. I can use a lad like that to help me with my caravan.

Mary: No. Someday, He will leave me, but someone else will call Him.

Camel Driver: And who will that be?

Mary: My son will know Him when He comes.

Lucius: [arriving at Jesus' home in Nazareth on horseback with another Roman soldier; reading from a scroll] Have no fear. We're simply checking the census against the tax rolls. Now, you are...Joseph. And you live here with your wife Mary.

Joseph: That is so.

Lucius: [pointing to Jesus] Who's this boy?

Mary: My son, Jesus.

Lucius: [looking at the scroll again] I have no record of His birth. When was He born?

Mary: Twelve years ago.

Lucius: Where?

Mary: In Bethlehem.

Lucius: [realizing Jesus must have survived the killing of the young boys in Bethlehem which he commanded on Herod's orders 12 years before, and after a long, tense pause; Mary slowly nods "yes"; to the other Roman soldier; the Roman soldier rides away; to Mary; rides away] Bethlehem? Count those in the next house. See that the boy is registered before the year is out.

Herod: Lucius, order every first born male child put to the sword.

Lucius: I am a Roman soldier. I do not murder children.