Pot Belly: Nature denied me beauty, so I denied myself virtue. I couldn't be loved, so I decided to be feared.
Pot Belly: Massacring people is a good way to stop them rebelling against you, but there are always those it doesn't stop, who just become more rebellious.
Cleopatra: Well can't you massacre them too? You are the king.
Pot Belly: But then you're left with no-one to be the king of.