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Sharpe Sharpe's Waterloo
Richard Sharpe: [Rallying the South Essex] I'm your colours. I Am.
Richard Sharpe: [has stumbled across Jane and Rossendale] You! Jane Sharpe: Don't hurt me please! Richard Sharpe: And you! [grabs Rossendale] Richard Sharpe: You dare to come! You dare to join! You dare to be in the same buggerin' army as me! Richard Sharpe: [chases Rossendale until Rossendale trips and falls] Get up! Get up and fight! [turns to the crowd] Richard Sharpe: Somebody give him a sword! [turns back to Rossendale] Richard Sharpe: Do you have a friend? Rossendale: [recognizing the duel challenge] No no no no no, please! Richard Sharpe: Then give me the money, you can keep the whore you lilly-livered... [feels the shame of being a cuckold, and draws his sword] Richard Sharpe: No, by God I'll fillet you anyway! Uxbridge: [intervenes] Enough! [looks down at Rossendale] Uxbridge: Get up. Richard Sharpe: [does not move his sword] By God I'll fillet you also! Uxbridge: You will not! Harry Price: [mutters in Sharpe's ear] Richard, don't do it. Richard Sharpe: [sighs in defeat] You tell him Harry. Rossendale: [looking up, embarrassed] I fell, just fell. Richard Sharpe: Tell him he can have the whore [Jane stares at him in loathing] Richard Sharpe: but I want my money.
[as Wellington sits down to dinner, the night before the battle] Uxbridge: What do you do tomorrow? Wellington: What do you eat, Uxbridge? Uxbridge: [impatiently] Much the same. Wellington: Does the army want for anything? Uxbridge: Damn it, what do you do tomorrow? What plans have you? Wellington: Plans? Uxbridge: I am second in command! I ought to know! Wellington: As soon as Napoleon Bonaparte tells me what *he's* going to do, I shall know what *I'm* going to do, and I shall tell you. But as Boney has not yet confided in me, I cannot confide in you. So, to your beef, Uxbridge. [Uxbridge exits in a huff] Wellington: [under his breath] Adulterous rogue.
Wellington: The Prince of Orange. They wanted to give him command over me. Better counsel prevailed.
Prince William of Orange: It's the French. Oh my god. Now they have guns. Wellington: Oh, they've always had guns, your royal highness. What they haven't always had is you as a target.
Doggett: [to the Prince of Orange] You, sir, are a silk stocking full of shit.
Wellington: Your Regiment, Sharpe! Richard Sharpe: Prince of... South Essex! ADVANCE! [regiment walks off towards the French] Richard Sharpe: South Essex Charge!
Doggett: [on the Prince of Orange] He did it again. How many more men will he kill? That's my commission gone to the blazes I dare say, but it had to be said. Richard Sharpe: [choking with grief] Daniel Hagman... Harris... He won't kill anymore! Patrick Harper: [to Doggett] Oh now you have caused trouble! [rides after Sharpe]
Doggett: [to the Prince of Orange] You did it again! Colonel Sharpe said you would do it again, and you did! All those men dead because you wanted to get out? You coward! Rebeque: Doggett! His Royal Highness cannot be called a coward. Doggett: No, dammnit. No, not cowardice, not that. Just so he can dance and prance, and make high cockalorum, while men die? Horribly? It is too much, I declare, too much! I shall say it! Doggett: [after a second] You sir, are a silk stocking full of shit!
Richard Sharpe: What do you want? Paulette: More pay would be nice.
Harry Price: Can't stand duels. You can't drink!
Harper: Do you still want to see Boney? Sharpe: More than ever.Might ask him for a job.
[the Prince of Orange rides to Wellington's side] Prince William of Orange: Good day to you. We're fighting Boney, you know. Indeed we are. This day, at the cross roads of Quartre Bras... He's been seen. Wellington: [skeptically] Has he been? Prince William of Orange: We're holding the woods, I do believe... yes. Uxbridge: [looks around] Where are your men? Prince William of Orange: Fighting... fighting. [the Dutch troops stream past, clearly running away] Uxbridge: I stand corrected, highness. I know very little about uniforms, other than me own, but I could have sworn these was yours as is running. Ain't they? Prince William of Orange: [draws his sword] Some of them, Lord Uxbridge, some of them. [spurs after them] Prince William of Orange: Come back here, you cowards! Wellington: I never mind men running as long as they come back.
Wellington: [to the retreating Dutch troops] My lads, you look blown from your run. Come, do take breath a moment. Then we will go back and try if we can do better. Take heart, soon have some guns up. Uxbridge! Uxbridge: Wellington? Wellington: When? Uxbridge: Oh, they do come, I assure you. What of the Prussians. Any word at all? Wellington: I told the Prussians we'll support them but only if not attacked here. They'll have to fight without us today.
Wellington: If your corps is coming up, as you assure me, how close do you think they are? I want them to clear that road, I want it handsomely arranged with guns. Uxbridge: Very close. Wellington: How close? Uxbridge: Close. Coming up. [He turns around to look for them]
[as the French advance on La Haye Sainte, beating their drums and shouting "Vive L'Empereur!"] Patrick Harper: In all the years that I've been fighting the French... I have become sick and bloody tired of that shite music that they play.
Richard Sharpe: [about William, Prince of Orange] It's Silly Bloody Billy again!
Hagman: [singing, tongue-in-cheek] Old Wellington, he scratched his bum, says, 'Boney lad, thee's had thee fun'. My riflemen will win the day, over the hills and far away!
Doggett: [to Sharpe, after the Prince of Orange has foolishly given the order to charge] Have you ever ridden in a cavalry charge before, sir? Richard Sharpe: Just stay on your horse, Tom, and try *not* to chop its bloody ears off!
Patrick Harper: [handing a plate of cooked beef to Sharpe] Eat! It's French. - It's good! - Though I am a bit of a cannibal, so I am!
Hagman: What's that noise? Harris: Snoring. Frogs snoring!
Wellington: [after Sharpe and his men repulsed the French troops and forced them to retreat] Sharpe! Richard Sharpe: Your Grace! Wellington: What are you waiting for? Forward, and complete your victory! Don't let them stand, see them off our land! - Your battalion, Mr. Sharpe!
Macduff: [after Sharpe saved his life in battle] I don't know who you are, but Thank You!
Richard Sharpe: The Prince of Wal-- [stops himself] Richard Sharpe: - Damn it! - The *South Essex* will advance!
Patrick Harper: [during their pursuit of the fleeing French troops, points out Napoleon in the distance, whom they now get to see for the first time] *Look*! Richard Sharpe: [in disbelief and delight] I saw him! - *I saw him*! Patrick Harper: That's all I came for, so it is. - Goodbye, Colonel Sharpe! Richard Sharpe: Goodbye, Mr. Harper!
Patrick Harper: [giving Sharpe a 'first hand' report] I heard that straight from the horse's mouth! A gallopper of the 'Roast and Boiled', who'd heard it first hand from a 'Wallopping Mick' of the 'Six Skins', who saw them Prussians with his own eyes, so he did!
Richard Sharpe: [regarding the Prince of Orange's blatant incompetence] What an idiot! What a dirty little Dutch buffle-brained bastard! I'll ram his poxed crown up his Royal poxed arse, the blue-blooded twat! [rides off] Patrick Harper: O dear, o dear, o dear...! [rides off, following Sharpe]
Richard Sharpe: [to Harper] Have not chalked my name on the door, I see. Could you not bring yourself to do it? What would it say? Lt. Col. Sharpe, arse-wiper to the Prince of Orange? [afterwards, regarding Bonaparte] Richard Sharpe: Might as well ask him for a job!
Doggett: [as Sharpe comes storming out of the Prince of Orange's headquarters] You're hurrying, sir? Richard Sharpe: I am, Tom! I could not stay in there another minute without I hit him... What do you do with Silly Billy? Doggett: I'm a serious officer, sir, and I want to learn all I can... Richard Sharpe: Well, you won't learn anything from him. He's not worth his silk stocking full of shit! Doggett: [later, after another blunder, to the Prince of Orange's face] Sharpe was right... You, sir, are a silk stocking full of shit!
Hagman: [to the frightened captured French drummer boy] Hey, it's all right, you little bugger! We stopped eating French drummer boys - for they smell!
Witherspoon: [taking out a notebook] What time? Richard Sharpe: What? Witherspoon: What time did it stop? The cannonade. I have it as ten minutes of midday, but the Duke likes it accurate, you see. Richard Sharpe: What time is it now? Witherspoon: Oh, uh... [fumbles with his pocketwatch] Witherspoon: Four minutes after midday, save a few... Richard Sharpe: You'd best write down that they're coming, then. Witherspoon: Coming? Richard Sharpe: The French are advancing. [Witherspoon looks into the woods, where a huge French column is advancing] Witherspoon: Ah, so they are. Thank you, my dear fellow, I might have missed that.
Rebeque: [Rebeque is talking to Sharpe about the Prince of Orange and his whores, when there is large bang] That's his boots!
Hagman: Harris? Harris: Hm? Hagman: What's your first name?
Dutch Captain: [speaking in Dutch to his men] No! No! You can shoot better than that!
Rossendale: [in the thick of a massacre] I can kill as well as you Sharpe!
[as the French artillery commence fire, beginning the Battle of Waterloo] Uxbridge: [lifting a glass of sherry] Gentlemen, I give you today's fox.
Wellington: [after Sharpe told him that Napoleon has tricked Wellington with a ruse] Humbugged? - Humbugged!... Humbuggery!