Sharpe Quotes
Sharpe: No apologies, Frederickson, on the condition of your men?
Frederickson: Men are dirty, sir! Rifles are clean.
Sharpe: [walks to soldier in line] Do you know what makes a good soldier?
Rifleman: Yes, sir! The ability to fire three rounds a minute in any weather, sir!
Sharpe: [walks back over to Frederickson, smiling a little]
Sharpe: What are you smiling at, Fredrickson?
Frederickson: I'm not smiling, sir. A musket ball broke my jaw. I have false teeth. The sawbones stuck on the smile for free, sir. He also stuck on my hair. Hair belongs to a horse, sir.
Sharpe: Do you know what makes a good soldier, Frederickson?
Frederickson: Yes, sir. Keeping his mouth shut when he's asked damn-fool questions by a superior officer, sir.
Sharpe: [smiling] You don't give a damn, do you Frederickson?
Frederickson: No, sir, I just do my duty.
Frederickson: Men are dirty, sir! Rifles are clean.
Sharpe: [walks to soldier in line] Do you know what makes a good soldier?
Rifleman: Yes, sir! The ability to fire three rounds a minute in any weather, sir!
Sharpe: [walks back over to Frederickson, smiling a little]
Sharpe: What are you smiling at, Fredrickson?
Frederickson: I'm not smiling, sir. A musket ball broke my jaw. I have false teeth. The sawbones stuck on the smile for free, sir. He also stuck on my hair. Hair belongs to a horse, sir.
Sharpe: Do you know what makes a good soldier, Frederickson?
Frederickson: Yes, sir. Keeping his mouth shut when he's asked damn-fool questions by a superior officer, sir.
Sharpe: [smiling] You don't give a damn, do you Frederickson?
Frederickson: No, sir, I just do my duty.
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La Marquesa: You saved my life.
Sharpe: You tried to end mine.
La Marquesa: I've never met you.
Sharpe: Well, do you hear that, Pat? She's never met me.
Harper: You're bleeding, sir. Don't move.
Sharpe: What about my shameful suggestions?
La Marquesa: What?
Sharpe: Oh, she's denying me now, Pat. After all we've been through.
Harper: I hear her, sir.
Sharpe: You think she'd remember the man who got down on his knees, drunk mind you, and crawled on her floor begging Her Ladyship to sleep with her. Bugger!
Harper: I'd remember it.
Sharpe: Aye! So would I. A man lost his honour because of the lady's lies. Stripped of his rank. Hung on a rope.
La Marquesa: Who are you?
Sharpe: You know who I am. My name is Sharpe.
Sharpe: You tried to end mine.
La Marquesa: I've never met you.
Sharpe: Well, do you hear that, Pat? She's never met me.
Harper: You're bleeding, sir. Don't move.
Sharpe: What about my shameful suggestions?
La Marquesa: What?
Sharpe: Oh, she's denying me now, Pat. After all we've been through.
Harper: I hear her, sir.
Sharpe: You think she'd remember the man who got down on his knees, drunk mind you, and crawled on her floor begging Her Ladyship to sleep with her. Bugger!
Harper: I'd remember it.
Sharpe: Aye! So would I. A man lost his honour because of the lady's lies. Stripped of his rank. Hung on a rope.
La Marquesa: Who are you?
Sharpe: You know who I am. My name is Sharpe.
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Sharpe: Bloody French on one side, a madman on the other... and we're stuck here with the woman who had me hung.
Harper: God does work in mysterious ways.
Harper: God does work in mysterious ways.
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Sir Augustus: [To Patrick Harper, the only man with his jacket on] You, there, Sergeant!
Harper: The Colonel. Oh, my God.
Sir Augustus: Stand up, there, fellow!
Harper: [To Sharpe, who attempted to rise.] No, sir, you stay down. [he pushes Sharpe's head down, so that his face isn't visible to Sir Augustus] Stay down. [to the colonel] Coming, Colonel! Coming, sir! Here I am, sir. How ya doin', sir?
Sir Augustus: Name? Rank?
Harper: Sergeant Patrick Harper, sir. 95th Rifles.
Sir Augustus: I heard you swearing, Sergeant harper. How dare you swear in front of an officer!
Harper: Yes, sir, I'm very very sorry, sir. Must a just slipped out, so it did.
Sir Augustus: [indicating Sharpe and remaining Riflemen] Who are these - scruffy savages?
Harper: They are Chosen Men, sir. Picked out for their special skills. That's why they wear the white cords of courage.
Sir Augustus: Well, not for much longer they won't. Nor will you have those stripes on your sleeve, Sergeant. As soon as I see Lord Wellington, I'm gonna have you all up on a charge for disorderly conduct.
Sharpe: [can't stand still any longer] Begging your pardon, sir, but these men were acting under my orders, sir.
Sir Augustus: Your orders, sir? And who are you, to give orders?
Sharpe: I'm an officer, sir.
Sir Augustus: You are an officer?
Sharpe: Yes, sir. Captain Sharpe, 95th Rifles, sir.
Sir Augustus: Sharpe...Sharpe. I believe I heard something about you in Lisbon, Sharpe. Are you the fellow Wellington raised from the ranks?
Sharpe: Yes, sir.
Sir Augustus: Well, I've always thought it was a bad idea, and now I've got proof of it. When I see Lord Wellington, I'm going to speak t
Harper: The Colonel. Oh, my God.
Sir Augustus: Stand up, there, fellow!
Harper: [To Sharpe, who attempted to rise.] No, sir, you stay down. [he pushes Sharpe's head down, so that his face isn't visible to Sir Augustus] Stay down. [to the colonel] Coming, Colonel! Coming, sir! Here I am, sir. How ya doin', sir?
Sir Augustus: Name? Rank?
Harper: Sergeant Patrick Harper, sir. 95th Rifles.
Sir Augustus: I heard you swearing, Sergeant harper. How dare you swear in front of an officer!
Harper: Yes, sir, I'm very very sorry, sir. Must a just slipped out, so it did.
Sir Augustus: [indicating Sharpe and remaining Riflemen] Who are these - scruffy savages?
Harper: They are Chosen Men, sir. Picked out for their special skills. That's why they wear the white cords of courage.
Sir Augustus: Well, not for much longer they won't. Nor will you have those stripes on your sleeve, Sergeant. As soon as I see Lord Wellington, I'm gonna have you all up on a charge for disorderly conduct.
Sharpe: [can't stand still any longer] Begging your pardon, sir, but these men were acting under my orders, sir.
Sir Augustus: Your orders, sir? And who are you, to give orders?
Sharpe: I'm an officer, sir.
Sir Augustus: You are an officer?
Sharpe: Yes, sir. Captain Sharpe, 95th Rifles, sir.
Sir Augustus: Sharpe...Sharpe. I believe I heard something about you in Lisbon, Sharpe. Are you the fellow Wellington raised from the ranks?
Sharpe: Yes, sir.
Sir Augustus: Well, I've always thought it was a bad idea, and now I've got proof of it. When I see Lord Wellington, I'm going to speak t
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Nairn: You see that Colonel, Sharpe? That Colonel came here to make you a Major, would you believe that?
Sharpe: No, sir.
Nairn: Right hand up to God, Sharpe.
Sharpe: That's your left hand, sir.
Nairn: [raises his other hand] I swear to God, Sharpe.
Sharpe: You mean I missed being made Major?
Nairn: Maybe not.
Sharpe: No, sir.
Nairn: Right hand up to God, Sharpe.
Sharpe: That's your left hand, sir.
Nairn: [raises his other hand] I swear to God, Sharpe.
Sharpe: You mean I missed being made Major?
Nairn: Maybe not.
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Sir Augustus: Captain Sharpe and I have met. You are late, sir, and I cannot abide unpunctuality.
Sharpe: I'm sorry I'm late, my Lord, the inspection of the rocket battery ran to a full hour, sir.
Wellington: I am not happy you did not get me my horses, Sharpe. You think there may be something in these rockets, Sharpe?
Sharpe: Not as to accuracy, sir, but they play merry hell with the morale of poorly led men, sir. The sound is shocking.
Wellington: Scared you, did they?
Sharpe: [deadpan] I was terrified, sir.
Sir Augustus: Are you...uh...sure that Captain Sharpe is the right man to send with the ransom? He won't cut and run if somebody lets off a gun, will he?
Teresa: Who is this fool?
Sir Augustus: I have not come here, my Lord, to hear this man explaining about his rockets. What about my wife, sir?
Wellington: You have the money?
Sir Augustus: Five hundred golden guineas.
Wellington: Good. The deserters have demanded that the ransom be delivered by Captain Sharpe.
Sir Augustus: Oh, I wonder why, sir. It's probably because he knew one of the ruffians when he was a private soldier. That's what comes of raising from the ranks. Personally, my Lord, I don't hold with it.
Sharpe: My Lord if I may speak? [Wellington nods] Sir Augustus is probably correct in speculating that whoever asked for me served under me in the ranks. I was a Sergeant and a stickler for duty, so it's fair to assume that whoever it is wants to settle a score and slit my throat. But, if Sir Augustus does not trust me, I am more than willing to step down, and let him take the gold himself, sir.
Sir Augustus: [looking uncomfortable] Well! I am willing to accept Captain Sharpe as a messenger if you are, my Lord.
Wellington: Let's have it Nairn.
Sharpe: I'm sorry I'm late, my Lord, the inspection of the rocket battery ran to a full hour, sir.
Wellington: I am not happy you did not get me my horses, Sharpe. You think there may be something in these rockets, Sharpe?
Sharpe: Not as to accuracy, sir, but they play merry hell with the morale of poorly led men, sir. The sound is shocking.
Wellington: Scared you, did they?
Sharpe: [deadpan] I was terrified, sir.
Sir Augustus: Are you...uh...sure that Captain Sharpe is the right man to send with the ransom? He won't cut and run if somebody lets off a gun, will he?
Teresa: Who is this fool?
Sir Augustus: I have not come here, my Lord, to hear this man explaining about his rockets. What about my wife, sir?
Wellington: You have the money?
Sir Augustus: Five hundred golden guineas.
Wellington: Good. The deserters have demanded that the ransom be delivered by Captain Sharpe.
Sir Augustus: Oh, I wonder why, sir. It's probably because he knew one of the ruffians when he was a private soldier. That's what comes of raising from the ranks. Personally, my Lord, I don't hold with it.
Sharpe: My Lord if I may speak? [Wellington nods] Sir Augustus is probably correct in speculating that whoever asked for me served under me in the ranks. I was a Sergeant and a stickler for duty, so it's fair to assume that whoever it is wants to settle a score and slit my throat. But, if Sir Augustus does not trust me, I am more than willing to step down, and let him take the gold himself, sir.
Sir Augustus: [looking uncomfortable] Well! I am willing to accept Captain Sharpe as a messenger if you are, my Lord.
Wellington: Let's have it Nairn.
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Wellington: What do you say, Sharpe?
Sharpe: We leave at dawn, sir.
Wellington: Does that suit you, Colonel?
Sir Augustus: Well, naturally, I had hoped to go myself.
Wellington: No, Colonel. These dogs would merely take you hostage and increase the ransom.
Sir Augustus: Well, that being so, I have some concerns as to the correct conduct of Captain Sharpe, and his men. My wife is a lady. I must ask you to impress on Captain Sharpe the need to adopt certain standards which are not necessarily his by birth.
Teresa: How dare he speak of Captain Sharpe in such a fashion! We Morenos are of the blood. We know who is a man of manners and who is a man of the mouth, and you, Sir Augustus, are a man of the mouth. Take my advice and shut it, before someone shuts it for you!
Sir Augustus: How dare you, Madame!
Wellington: Sir Augustus has a point, Sharpe. You and your men can be a little rough and ready. Sir Augustus has written a book on the proper conduct of the Spanish Campaign, I suggest you study it tonight, Sharpe. Full of good things, listen, "During the day's march, the men should keep their files, no indecent language or noise to be allowed." Be sure to read that particular part to the Chosen Men tonight after prayers.
Sharpe: Wild horses wouldn't stop me, sir.
Nairn: Don't talk about horses, Sharpe. Dismissed!
Teresa: [to Sir Augustus] If you were a man, I would call you out, force you to fight a duel, and kill you. [leaves]
Nairn: Close call, there, sir. They call her 'the needle', don't ask me why.
Sir Augustus: [looking a trifle alarmed] Am I in danger?
Wellington: [impatient] Escort Sir Augustus to his tent.
Sharpe: We leave at dawn, sir.
Wellington: Does that suit you, Colonel?
Sir Augustus: Well, naturally, I had hoped to go myself.
Wellington: No, Colonel. These dogs would merely take you hostage and increase the ransom.
Sir Augustus: Well, that being so, I have some concerns as to the correct conduct of Captain Sharpe, and his men. My wife is a lady. I must ask you to impress on Captain Sharpe the need to adopt certain standards which are not necessarily his by birth.
Teresa: How dare he speak of Captain Sharpe in such a fashion! We Morenos are of the blood. We know who is a man of manners and who is a man of the mouth, and you, Sir Augustus, are a man of the mouth. Take my advice and shut it, before someone shuts it for you!
Sir Augustus: How dare you, Madame!
Wellington: Sir Augustus has a point, Sharpe. You and your men can be a little rough and ready. Sir Augustus has written a book on the proper conduct of the Spanish Campaign, I suggest you study it tonight, Sharpe. Full of good things, listen, "During the day's march, the men should keep their files, no indecent language or noise to be allowed." Be sure to read that particular part to the Chosen Men tonight after prayers.
Sharpe: Wild horses wouldn't stop me, sir.
Nairn: Don't talk about horses, Sharpe. Dismissed!
Teresa: [to Sir Augustus] If you were a man, I would call you out, force you to fight a duel, and kill you. [leaves]
Nairn: Close call, there, sir. They call her 'the needle', don't ask me why.
Sir Augustus: [looking a trifle alarmed] Am I in danger?
Wellington: [impatient] Escort Sir Augustus to his tent.
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Sarah: Don't worry. I'm married to a French colonel. We fell in love before this war began. He's a brave man and he'll come for me soon, I know he will.
Isabella: I'm married to an English colonel. He's a coward, and he won't come at all.
Isabella: I'm married to an English colonel. He's a coward, and he won't come at all.
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Kelly: [about Sharpe] I stood with him for a few seconds at the battle of Talavera when he took an Eagle off the Frogs. Not that he'd remember. Officers don't see lower ranks.
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Nairn: Ducos is a very bad boy. Has the ear of Bonaparte himself. Where Ducos rides, dirty work is soon to follow.
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Simmerson: What do you care? You hate the British.
Father Curtis: I'm Irish. John Bull's a bad neighbour, but Bonepart's a bully. So are you.
Father Curtis: I'm Irish. John Bull's a bad neighbour, but Bonepart's a bully. So are you.
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Cooper: Sarge? Where are we off to, Sarge?
Harper: We're going to join up with a man called Sharpe, lads.
Perkins: You mean we're all gonna die?
Harper: No, lad. Mister Sharpe may be dead in the eyes of French, but to you and me he's as lively as an eel.
Hagman: [grabs Harper's arm] Just a minute.
Harris: How, Sarge?
Harper: You know the Army, boys. They couldn't hang a curtain, even if they tried. [they all laugh]
Harper: We're going to join up with a man called Sharpe, lads.
Perkins: You mean we're all gonna die?
Harper: No, lad. Mister Sharpe may be dead in the eyes of French, but to you and me he's as lively as an eel.
Hagman: [grabs Harper's arm] Just a minute.
Harris: How, Sarge?
Harper: You know the Army, boys. They couldn't hang a curtain, even if they tried. [they all laugh]
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Ducos: You have failed me, priest.
Father Hacha: I do not understand.
Ducos: Sharpe is alive. The Marquesa is free. The English come.
Father Hacha: [frightened] Sharpe is dead. I saw him hanged.
[Ducos shoots Hacha]
Ducos: You call me a liar?
Father Hacha: I do not understand.
Ducos: Sharpe is alive. The Marquesa is free. The English come.
Father Hacha: [frightened] Sharpe is dead. I saw him hanged.
[Ducos shoots Hacha]
Ducos: You call me a liar?
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Harper: I had an uncle who thought the Faeries were after him.
Sharpe: What happened to him?
Harper: Well, sir, they got him.
Sharpe: What happened to him?
Harper: Well, sir, they got him.
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Sharpe: Miss Nugent?
Ellie Nugent: Yes?
Sharpe: Major Richard Sharpe. Are these your rifles? We've had them cleaned for you.
Ellie Nugent: Oh, there was no need.
Sharpe: [smiling a little] I think there was, miss.
Ellie Nugent: I mean, no hurry. Unless to put a bullet through Cousin Arthur, the General. He's kicking us out.
Sharpe: You traveled here alone?
Ellie Nugent: Just a guide, and a servant.
Sharpe: Glad you had these. [indicates rifles]
Ellie Nugent: They're American. Made in Pennsylvania.
Sharpe: None better.
Ellie Nugent: Speaking as a Rifleman?
Sharpe: Yes, miss.
Ellie Nugent: I'll see you tonight? At me cousin's party.
Sharpe: Doubt it miss.
Ellie Nugent: Are you on duty?
Sharpe: I'm ... not exactly in his favour at the moment.
Ellie Nugent: Ah, well. You like me...you could come as my escort, Major Sharpe, will ye?
Sharpe: I, uh.
Ellie Nugent: We could talk about guns!
[They both laugh.]
Ellie Nugent: Yes?
Sharpe: Major Richard Sharpe. Are these your rifles? We've had them cleaned for you.
Ellie Nugent: Oh, there was no need.
Sharpe: [smiling a little] I think there was, miss.
Ellie Nugent: I mean, no hurry. Unless to put a bullet through Cousin Arthur, the General. He's kicking us out.
Sharpe: You traveled here alone?
Ellie Nugent: Just a guide, and a servant.
Sharpe: Glad you had these. [indicates rifles]
Ellie Nugent: They're American. Made in Pennsylvania.
Sharpe: None better.
Ellie Nugent: Speaking as a Rifleman?
Sharpe: Yes, miss.
Ellie Nugent: I'll see you tonight? At me cousin's party.
Sharpe: Doubt it miss.
Ellie Nugent: Are you on duty?
Sharpe: I'm ... not exactly in his favour at the moment.
Ellie Nugent: Ah, well. You like me...you could come as my escort, Major Sharpe, will ye?
Sharpe: I, uh.
Ellie Nugent: We could talk about guns!
[They both laugh.]
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[Sharpe walks over to Ellie Nugent and Lieutenant Ayres, standing by the French soldier she's killed.]
Sharpe: Are you alright? [sees the dead soldier, shot through the chest] My God, you did well.
Ayres: [woodenly] She saved me.
Sharpe: [pointedly ignoring Ayres] A clean shot.
Ellie Nugent: He's so young. He's just a boy.
Sharpe: They all are, fresh recruits.
Sharpe: Well, Mister Ayres, I shall report this. A skilled defense, and a valiant action.
Ayres: [aware that Sharpe is mocking him] I'm not very experienced.
Sharpe: First rule. Always get a girl between you and the enemy.
[Ayres stumbles off]
Ellie Nugent: [softly] I killed him. I never...I never did that. [Sharpe puts his hand on her shoulder]
Sharpe: Are you alright? [sees the dead soldier, shot through the chest] My God, you did well.
Ayres: [woodenly] She saved me.
Sharpe: [pointedly ignoring Ayres] A clean shot.
Ellie Nugent: He's so young. He's just a boy.
Sharpe: They all are, fresh recruits.
Sharpe: Well, Mister Ayres, I shall report this. A skilled defense, and a valiant action.
Ayres: [aware that Sharpe is mocking him] I'm not very experienced.
Sharpe: First rule. Always get a girl between you and the enemy.
[Ayres stumbles off]
Ellie Nugent: [softly] I killed him. I never...I never did that. [Sharpe puts his hand on her shoulder]
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Will Nugent: I'm most grateful for this young man. He saved us all.
Wellesley: It's what he does. Isn't it, Sharpe?
Wellesley: It's what he does. Isn't it, Sharpe?
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Loup: No more of my men will die in this God-forsaken place.
Sharpe: They will if I find them.
Sharpe: They will if I find them.
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Lord Kiley: You there, out of the road. [Sharpe ignores him] Out of the road! [Sharpe continues to ignore him] Are you deaf, sir?
Sharpe: Go round.
Lord Kiley: Do you know who I am?
Sharpe: I know what you are.
[Sharpe's men laugh, Kiley rides around them]
Sharpe: Go round.
Lord Kiley: Do you know who I am?
Sharpe: I know what you are.
[Sharpe's men laugh, Kiley rides around them]
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Major Munro: [reading letter to Wellington] From his most Catholic Majesty, King Ferdinand, my Lord, I've taken the precaution of reading it. Shall I read it for you now? [Wellington nods] Um. His most Catholic Majesty....
Wellesley: Yes, yes, yes, get on with it.
Major Munro: In a spirit of regal cooperation with his royal cousin England, and in his great desire to drive the French invader from the the sacred soil of Spain has directed the Royal Irish Company of His Majesty's Household Guard under the command of Lord Kiley, to place themselves under the command of Field Marshal, the Lord Wellington. Sir.
Wellesley: Copied to Horse Guards, I presume.
Major Munro: Copied to the Prince Regent himself, my Lord.
Wellesley: Can we intercept it?
Major Munro: No sir, it's been gone these two weeks. You'll no doubt be flattered by the gesture.
Wellesley: Yes. Which means that we're stuck with 'em.
Major Munro: I'm sure they'll prove decorative.
Wellesley: I don't need decorative! I need an extra battalion of trained foot with full equipment to throw against the French. Are they all Irish?
Major Munro: Most of them are Spanish-born these days, but they have to be descended from Irish exiles.
Wellesley: Put them to latrine-digging.
Major Munro: My lord, if we employ the King's Household Guard on menial tasks, it will be construed as an insult to our Spanish allies, as well as to His most Catholic Majesty.
Wellesley: Damn His most Catholic Majesty! And damn this Lord Kiley. I know the Irish peerage. Irish Catholic exiles. You're paid to advise me Munro, so earn your damn pay.
Major Munro: I fear we must welcome Lord Kiley and his men, even while we mistrust them. It seems to me that we must do our best to make them feel...uncomfortable.
We
Wellesley: Yes, yes, yes, get on with it.
Major Munro: In a spirit of regal cooperation with his royal cousin England, and in his great desire to drive the French invader from the the sacred soil of Spain has directed the Royal Irish Company of His Majesty's Household Guard under the command of Lord Kiley, to place themselves under the command of Field Marshal, the Lord Wellington. Sir.
Wellesley: Copied to Horse Guards, I presume.
Major Munro: Copied to the Prince Regent himself, my Lord.
Wellesley: Can we intercept it?
Major Munro: No sir, it's been gone these two weeks. You'll no doubt be flattered by the gesture.
Wellesley: Yes. Which means that we're stuck with 'em.
Major Munro: I'm sure they'll prove decorative.
Wellesley: I don't need decorative! I need an extra battalion of trained foot with full equipment to throw against the French. Are they all Irish?
Major Munro: Most of them are Spanish-born these days, but they have to be descended from Irish exiles.
Wellesley: Put them to latrine-digging.
Major Munro: My lord, if we employ the King's Household Guard on menial tasks, it will be construed as an insult to our Spanish allies, as well as to His most Catholic Majesty.
Wellesley: Damn His most Catholic Majesty! And damn this Lord Kiley. I know the Irish peerage. Irish Catholic exiles. You're paid to advise me Munro, so earn your damn pay.
Major Munro: I fear we must welcome Lord Kiley and his men, even while we mistrust them. It seems to me that we must do our best to make them feel...uncomfortable.
We
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[After Harris tries to explain the plot ofCandideto Sharpe.]
Sharpe: Take my advice, Harris. When you get home, write a bloody good book with loads of shooting in it. You'll die a rich man.
Sharpe: Take my advice, Harris. When you get home, write a bloody good book with loads of shooting in it. You'll die a rich man.
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Major Munro: Which would you prefer me to do Sharpe? Play Beallagh na Bruga, that's the march, or send you on a dangerous mission?
Sharpe: Ahh, dangerous mission, sir.
Major Munro: Who's winning the war, Sharpe?
Sharpe: Lord Wellington, sir.
Major Munro: Why's he winning it, Sharpe?
Sharpe: Steady troops, sir.
Major Munro: [Munro shakes his head] Superior intelligence. Supplied by whom laddie?
Sharpe: Men like you, sir.
Major Munro: Ugh, don't lick me, laddie!
Sharpe: Ahh, dangerous mission, sir.
Major Munro: Who's winning the war, Sharpe?
Sharpe: Lord Wellington, sir.
Major Munro: Why's he winning it, Sharpe?
Sharpe: Steady troops, sir.
Major Munro: [Munro shakes his head] Superior intelligence. Supplied by whom laddie?
Sharpe: Men like you, sir.
Major Munro: Ugh, don't lick me, laddie!
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Sharpe: [loudly] I said, how do you stand it? [Pipe-major pulls a cotton wad out of his ear; Sharpe laughs with him]
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[Leroux claims he can't speak English]
Sharpe: See if you understand this, on the count of three I'm gonna kick you in the crotch!
Sharpe: See if you understand this, on the count of three I'm gonna kick you in the crotch!
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[on the French: ]
Charlie Weller: Then they must be quaking in terror!
Sharpe: Oh they are, Charlie. They know they face us!
Charlie Weller: Then they must be quaking in terror!
Sharpe: Oh they are, Charlie. They know they face us!
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Ross: Not being a little hard on Girdwood, are you?
Sharpe: At Foulness, sir, Colonel Girdwood gave orders that deserters were to be shot out of hand. I saw one killed. He hunted men through the marshland like they were rats. He wants to see a battle? He'll see a battle!
Sharpe: At Foulness, sir, Colonel Girdwood gave orders that deserters were to be shot out of hand. I saw one killed. He hunted men through the marshland like they were rats. He wants to see a battle? He'll see a battle!
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Courtier: Uniform fits like a bowl of wax, but those boots won't do.
Sharpe: They did very well for a Colonel in Napoleon's Imperial Guard I had to kill before he'd give them to me!
Sharpe: They did very well for a Colonel in Napoleon's Imperial Guard I had to kill before he'd give them to me!
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