What's your name?
Perseus.
Take this, Perseus. Please, drink.
[Andromeda holds out a goblet of wine to Perseus, who reaches to take it] [slaps the goblet away]
Hands off!
Enough!
Our daughter the missionary!
Have you seen what's happening out there? Have you even bothered to look?
We served as an inspiration.
Hundreds of our men lost their lives, yet we celebrate. You're provoking the gods and you act if there will be no consequence.
Well, what do you want? Should we be afraid? Should we be trembling and soiling ourselves in fear? The gods need us. They need our worship. What do we need of them? Look at my daughter.
You know it bitch
What could be more divine than her face? More beautiful than all of the women of Greece! More beautiful than Aphrodite herself! The Olympians should envy her! We are the gods now!
