Sharpe

Sharpe: What are you smiling at, Fredrickson? Frederickson: I'm not smiling, sir. A musket ball broke my jaw. I have false teeth. The sawbone stuck on the smile for free, sir. He also stuck on my hair. Hair belongs to a horse, sir.

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.

Isabella: Voltaire says 'I have no morals, yet I am a very moral person'. And that's how I think I am. Sharpe: That's how I think you are, too.

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.

Colonel Ducos: Come, Colonel. We've wasted enough time in Adrados. It was a fool's errand in the first place. Sharpe: Fool's errand? That man's wife is held hostage, sir! What is he to do? Colonel Ducos: Find another.

Sir Augustus Farthingdale: Disciplined troops desert, sir? Nonsense! Wellington: Don't be a damn fool, sir! Disciple is only a raabble-rouser's shout from anarchy, sir! Mark me close, Colonel. What do you think the supreme virtue? To the Frenchman in this recent revolution, it is liberty. To the wig, puffing in Parliament, it is licence to do anything provided do not disturb his pleasure. But to the common soldier it is anarchy. To do whatever he pleases and be damned to his fellow! But to me and Bonaparte, the supreme virtue is order. We are not wigs. We know that a man may love his neighbor of a Monday, and massacre him of a Tuesday unless society keeps him in order! These deserters, if not secured and shot, will destroy my army more surely than Bonaparte! And I'll thank you not to forget it.