Doctor: We cannot wait, Tribune.
Messala: He will come.
Doctor: We cannot wait any longer, Tribune!
Messala: He will come! He will come. I have sent for him, and he will come!
Doctor: If you wish us to keep you alive, we have to go to work now, Tribune. Do you understand?
Messala: Cut the legs off me... Not yet. Not till I've seen him. I can't receive him with half a body!
Messala: NO!
Messala: I told you, Drusus; I told you! There he is.
Messala: Triumph c... triumph complete, Judah. The race won, the enemy destroyed.
Judah Ben-Hur: I see no enemy.
Messala: What do you think you see? The smashed body of a wretched animal? There's enough of a man still left here for you to hate. Let me help you.
Messala: You think they're dead, your mother and sister? Dead, and the race over? It isn't over, Judah. They're not dead.
Judah Ben-Hur: Where are they?
Judah Ben-Hur: Where are they? WHERE ARE THEY?
Messala: Look... look for them... in the Valley... of the Lepers! If you can recognize them!
Messala: It goes on. It goes on, Judah. The race... the race... is not... over!