Gladiator
written by David H. Franzoni, John Logan, and William Nicholson
Proximo: I am Proximo! I shall be closer to you in the next few days than that bitch of a mother who brought you screaming into the world. And just as she was there to bring you into the world, so I shall be when you leave it. I did not pay good money for your lives, I bought you so I could profit from your deaths. And when you die---and die you shall---it shall be to the sound of.... (puts his hands together and softly claps) Gladiators, I salute you.
(As the gladiators are ready to fight for the first time)
Proximo: Some of you are thinking you won't fight. And some will think you can't. They all think that. Until they're out there. Listen...(the crowd roars and Proximo grabs a sword and thrusts it out) Thrust this into another man's flesh and they applaud and love you. And you may even begin to love them back for that. Ultimately, we are all dead men. Sadly, we cannot change that. But we can decide how to end so we are remembered as men.
(Remembering and describing the good old days)
Proximo: After five years of scratching around in flea-infested villages we're finally going back to where we belong. The Colosseum. Oh, you should see it, Spaniard. Fifty thousand Romans following every move of your sword, willing you to deliver that one killing blow. The silence before you strike. The cry that after rising, rising....like a....like storm! As if you were the thunder god himself.
Kudos and much thanks go to SWEJ321for these monologues, it is very much appreciated.