Your Honor...

Your honor.

Where is your sense of honor?

Your honor is not about me.

Good morning, Your Honor.

You bought your honor with my sorrow.

Find out at once. Yes, Your Honor.

Moreau, your honor demands satisfaction.

Where is your honor, Abu Sufian?

What? In your honor.

Not yet, Your Honor.

Your Honor, the prisoner has confessed all.

Your Honor, the prisoner is deaf. He hears nothing.

Your Honor, His Majesty, the king, is in the courtroom.

Your honour is with saying Bismillahi r Rahmani r Rahim.

I intended to write a poem in your honor, to glorify your reign.

No, sir, I'll do the honors for you. Thank you.

There will be a war dance in your honor. Oh?

We'll see how your honour is, when a man starts fumbling you

'When you sell your land, when you sell your honor, then you are a traitor'

Food, for the feast tonight, in your honour to celebrate our great victory.

Almost, but I'm afraid it's not being worn in your honor.

I will make your pinnacles of rubies, and your gates of sparkling jewels, and all your walls of precious stones.

And I will make thy windows of agates, and thy gates of carbuncles, and all thy borders of pleasant stones.

Your Honor, surely it's time to use the torture on this stubborn wench. Not yet.

Your Honor, in view of the late hour, and the prisoner's attitude there is nothing left but the torture.

Your honor is your treasure. Endure nothing from any man.

Out here in front of all your bloodthirsty brethren, so they can sing your praises and start another war in your honour.

Now they're saying you had a scandalous, dishonest and dirty relationship with that woman.

By this you would save your honor, reaffirm your divine origins, and rob Leonidas of victory.