Frankie Lymon:
Do you love him?
Zola Taylor:
I told you, Frankie. He's a nice, good man...
Frankie Lymon:
I didn't ask that! I asked you do you love him?
Zola Taylor:
YES! I love him, okay?
Frankie Lymon:
Oh, no, no... You said that marriage would tie you down. You just didn't want to be tied down to me.
Zola Taylor:
No, I never said that Frankie.
Frankie Lymon:
Oh, yeah, that's what you said. Now, let me tell you something. You gonna always be tied down to me. Whether you like it ot not. We're like magnets... [forcefully kisses Zola]
Zola Taylor:
[pushes Frankie away] Mm-mmm. Don't do this to me, Frankie.
Frankie Lymon:
Don't leave me right now, Zola.
Zola Taylor:
[flashes ring] I'm married.
Frankie Lymon:
No, that was a mistake! That was a mistake!
Zola Taylor:
NO! I got a life, baby, and it ain't gonna include you. Now you got to go. GET OUT!
[referring to Philip and his pregnant new wife, Eurydice]
Olympias:
Pregnant, so soon? The little whore. He will marry her in the spring, during Dionysus' festival. And when her first son is born, her sweet Uncle Attalus will convince Phillip to name the boy his successor. And you will be sent on some impossible mission against some barbarous northern tribe, to be mutilated in one more meaningless battle. And I, no longer Queen, will be put to death with your sister and the remaining members of our family.
Alexander:
I wish sometimes you could see the light, mother. The truth is he's taken from you nothing that you've not been long without.
Olympias:
The only way is to strike. Announce your marriage to a Macedonian, now! Beget a child of pure blood. He would be one of them, not mine. And he would have no choice but to make you king. Eurydice was perfect! If your father, that pig, had not ravaged her first...
Alexander:
Say nothing more of my father! Do you hear me? Say nothing!
Olympias:
You're right. Forgive me. A mother loves too much.