Sharpe Season 2 Episode 3

Nairn: His name was Liam Dooley. He and his brother were going to be hanged for looting a church. I made them an offer. One could live, but one would die. Liam called heads. It was a very bad call.

Sharpe: Drunk again, Harper?
Harper: Oh, me too, sir.

Mother Superior: Father Hacha has told me of your deep desire to repent.
The Marquesa: I haven't sinned enough, yet.

Father Hacha: Your husband is dead, Marquesa.
The Marquesa: I find it hard to tell the difference.

La Marquesa: Good bye, Raoul. Come soon! (coach drives off) But then again, you always do.

Ducos: You've had it easy in this war, Helene. Fluttering your eyelashes and living in Spanish splendour with your dear husband, the Marques.
La Marquesa: I married him at Napoleon's request. I can't enjoy having him grunt all over me while I stole information for people like you.
Ducos: I never considered it.
La Marquesa: But then you've never had sex.

Wellington: The scum of the earth, Nairn.
Nairn: And what damn fine fellows we've made of them, sir.

Sister: I hope you are well.
La Marquesa: I hope you are in excruciating pain.

Harper: Where are we going, sir?
Nairn: Over the hills and far away, Sergeant.
Harper: Oh. Which hills and how far?
Nairn: Questions, questions.

(After Sharpe has supposedly been hanged)
Catain D'Alembord: Damn waste, Harper.
Harper: It was damn murder, sir.

(At Sharpe's "execution")
Aide: Shall I serve sherry to the Spanish officers, sir?
Wellington: Damn it, Stokeley, it's an execution, not a bloody christening.

La Marquesa: It's bloody freezing!
Harper: Must be the weather, ma'am.