Seti:
Why do the gods torment me with such reckless, inconsiderate, blasphemous sons?
Rameses:
Father, hear what I say...
Seti:
Be still. Pharaoh speaks. I work hard to build an empire, and your only joy is to amuse yourselves destroying it. Have I taught you nothing?
Hotep:
Don't be so hard on yourself, you highness. You're an excelent teacher.
Huy:
It isn't your fault your sons *learned* nothing.
Hotep:
Well, they learned blasphemy.
Huy:
True.