Translating the phrase "male sana" from the Aeneid.
Mr. McOmish: It means "in bad health", so basically "Then, pur wee Dido who wasn't quite right in the hid, said..."

Bell: Men alltså latinet, de förväntar ju sig att man ska veta när Kejsar Augustus... (...) levde...
Pi: Det vet jag! Det var... runt... jul...

"Quid me nutrit, me destruit."
Clare: It basically means "the thing which nourishes me, destroys me".
Rachael: You mean like beef burgers.

Bell: Standardorden i latin slutar typ alltid på "-a" "-um" eller "-us". Sen finns det några som slutar lite hur de vill. Men i genitiv slutar de alltid på "-is".
Pi: Det gör ju "is" också. Både börjar och slutar på "-is" kan man säga.

It's raining insanely.
Sarah: Are you staying in Scotland over the summer?
Bell: No.
Sarah: Can we just come and live with you in Sweden?
Bell: Yes. You can live in my attic.
Sarah: Like a boozy Anne Frank.

Graham: "VESPATIAN."

What declension noun is "penis".
Bell: Is "vagina" Latin?
Sarah: It's filth, that's what it is!

Bell: Oh, tomorrow is the day in Sweden when everybody gets really drunk and sets fire to shit!
Sarah: You mean Saturday?

Romarna hade slavar vars enda funktion var att komma ihåg namn.
Pi: Jaha, vad hette han då? Facebookius?

Bell: I feel really old.
Colette: But you are; just look at your jumper..!

Dr. Costas: John Malon, if you stretch one more time, I will stretch you onto a crucifix. And Mark will help.

Dr. Costas: (to John) I fret to hear what goes on between you and the Bishop.

Dr. Costas: But even poetically, would you say "woe to you"?
Graham: Perchance.

Bell: Is Yoker quite suburban or is it a bit manky?
Mark: Oh, it's rougher than a badger's arse up there.

Dr. Costas: It is more important that you remember these verbs taking indirect command, than your own birthday.

The Latin substitute teacher is slightly camp.
Teacher: Can anyone give me an example of a neuter third declension noun?
John M: Hōmō?
Teacher: What?
John M: Hōmō.
Teacher: What?
John M: Hōmō!
Teacher: Can you spell it?
John M: H-O-M-O.
Teacher: Oh, hŏmō!
An awkward suppression of laughter follows.

The Romans were thieves.
Bell: Say I'm an embodiment of the Ancient Greeks and you're an embodiment of the Romans. Right, let's say I invented something really brilliant and you stole it from me, I wouldn't want to use it anymore. Say I invented a great new word, like, I don't know, "minge"--
Scott: Did you just say "minge"?!

Student: It's not the time, it's the Latin at this time of morning that's killing me.

Professor Steel: "He always gives my sons and daughters roses". Until you get to the end of the sentence, the sons and daughters could be the direct object, because there is no preposition in English. He could say, "He always gives my sons and daughters... to the slave traders when they pass through each spring."

Professor Steel: The thing about Latin is that it's a mixture between the stupidly ridiculously simple... and... well, that's it.