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Sharpe Sharpe's Honour
La Marquesa: It's bloody freezing! Patrick Harper: Must be the weather, maam.
Aide: Should I serve sherry to the Spanish officers, sir? Wellington: Damn it, Stokeley, it's an execution, not a bloody christening.
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.
Capt. Peter D'Alembord: I've been speaking with some of the Spanish officers. The Marques is a very fine swordsman. He's been taking lessons in Paris from Boulet! Richard Sharpe: Well, he can take lessons in Spain from me.
La Marquesa: Good bye, Raoul. Come soon! [she leaves in a coach] La Marquesa: But then again, you always do.
Father Hacha: Your husband is dead, Marquesa. La Marquesa: I find it hard to tell the difference.
Patrick Harper: Can I ask you where we're going, sir? Nairn: Over the hills, sergeant, and far away. Patrick Harper: Right. Which hills and how far?
Mother Superior: I hope you are well. La Marquesa: I hope you're in excruciating pain. Mother Superior: Father Hacha has told me of your deep desire to repent. La Marquesa: I haven't sinned enough yet.
[Sharpe and La Marquesa are escaping a monastery] Mother Superior: Stop! La Marquesa: Too late, sister. I'm off to commit adultery. Lots of it.
Sharpe: Drunk again, Harper? Harper: Oh, me too, sir.
Sharpe: Bloody French on one side, partisans on the other... and we're stuck here with the woman who had me hung. Harper: God does work in mysterious ways.
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.
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] You call me a liar?
Nairn: He may already be dead. Harper: You tried that one before, sir.
Nairn: [re: the Marquesa] Did he interrogate her? Patrick Harper: [deadpan] He was at her all night.
Major Vaughan: Do you have anything to say? Richard Sharpe: Permission to die in my rifleman's jacket, sir? Major Vaughan: Denied.
Rifleman Cooper: Sarge? Where are we off to, Sarge? Patrick Harper: We're going to join up with a man called Sharpe, lads. Rifleman Perkins: You mean we're all gonna die? Patrick 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: Just a minute. Rifleman Harris: How, Sarge? Patrick Harper: You know the Army, boys. They couldn't hang a curtain even if they tried. [They all laugh]
Patrick Harper: [Enters as Sharpe is in the middle of a fight] Hello sir! Richard Sharpe: What kept you? Patrick Harper: I'm a father, sir! A wee little boy! Patrick Jose -... Richard Sharpe: [while already exiting] Congratulations, I'll buy you a drink in Vittoria!
Trumper Jones: [to Cooper and Perkins, outside the tent in which Ramona is giving birth] What the devil is going on here? Rifleman Perkins: We're delivering a baby, sir! Trumper Jones: What? [Takes a quick peek inside the tent and immediately backs out again] Trumper Jones: Right. Carry on!
Trumper Jones: [In court] The 'sword practice'... Major Vaughan: Please, refer to the duel as... well, the 'duel'!
Wellington: [Watching the common soldiers celebrating] Scum of the earth, Nairn. Nairn: But what damn fine fellows we made of them, sir! Wellington: Quite.
[the Chosen Men are preparing to prevent Sharpe from hanging] Sgt. Patrick Harper: Perkins, Hagman, kill anyone who tries to stop us. [They nod] Sgt. Patrick Harper: Let's go. Capt. Peter D'Alembord: You will stay *exactly* where you are! Sgt. Patrick Harper: [belligerently] Says who? [more respectfully] Sgt. Patrick Harper: Sir? Capt. Peter D'Alembord: Wellington. [the entire Light Company surrounds the Chosen Men]
Rifleman Perkins: [the riflemen are telling jokes and laughing] I got one for you! Where does Napoleon keep his armies? Rifleman Harris: I don't know, Perkins. Where does Napoleon keep his armies? Rifleman Perkins: Up his sleevies! [the riflemen laugh]
Wellington: If Sharpe is found not guilty, the Spanish will never believe us or trust us again. They want justice. Nairn: I think they should get it, sir... whatever the verdict.
General Pakenham: Major Sharpe, a gentleman you may not be but you will behave as one in this court! Do I make myself clear?
[after Sharpe is believed to be hanged] Capt. Peter D'Alembord: Damn waste, Harper. Patrick Harper: It was damn murder, sir.
Nairn: So you believe in ghosts, do you sergeant? Patrick Harper: I believe in God the Father, God the Son and the sidhe ridin' the wind.
La Marquesa: You saved my life. Richard Sharpe: You tried to end mine. La Marquesa: I've never met you. Richard Sharpe: Well, do you hear that, Pat? She's never met me. Patrick Harper: You're bleeding, sir. Don't move. Richard Sharpe: What about my shameful suggestions? La Marquesa: What? Richard Sharpe: Oh, she's denying me now, Pat. After all we've been through. Patrick Harper: I hear her, sir. Richard 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! Patrick Harper: I'd remember it. Richard Sharpe: Aye! So would I. The man lost his honour because of the lady's lies. Stripped of his rank... hung on a rope. La Marquesa: Who are you? Richard Sharpe: You know who I am. My name is Sharpe.
El Matarife: You must count the ways of your death. Sharpe: The dead don't count, El Matarife.
Wellington: [concerning the French] We've got them running, Nairn! We're going to chase them out of Spain into France, and drown them in the Channel!
Harper: [discussing Sharpe's depression] He needs a good battle. Ramona: He needs a good woman. Harper: He had one, but he lost her. He went and lost her, so he did.
General Verigny: You make me feel... La Marquesa: ...sixty again? [both laugh] General Verigny: Oh, you have a wicked tongue!