Gen. Woundwort
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Gen. Woundwort (Character)
from Watership Down (1978)

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Watership Down (1978)
[Confronting Bigwig leading a mass defection of Efrafans]
General Woundwort: Bigwig, you traitorous...!
[to a subordinate]
General Woundwort: Captain, get this miserable group back to their marks. I'll settle you myself, Bigwig. There's no need to take you back.
Bigwig: Come and try, you cracked-brain slave driver!

[after they've been fighting]
Bigwig: I told you once that I was trying to impress you... I hope I have.
General Woundwort: And I told you I would kill you myself! There's no white bird here, Bigwig!

General Woundwort: [after Kehaar the bird attacks him] Get away, you damn white bird!

Campion: The new officer, sir! He's gone!
General Woundwort: Bigwig?
Campion: He's wounded Chervil, taken a crowd of the mark with him.
General Woundwort: Embleer Frith! I'll blind him. *I'LL BLIND HIM!*

General Woundwort: Why throw your life away?
Bigwig: Hraka
[rabbit for "excrement"]
Bigwig: ... sir!
General Woundwort: Come out!
Bigwig: My Chief's told me to defend this run.
General Woundwort: [Stunned] YOUR Chief?

[Woundwort emerges from the hole and sees his soldiers fleeing at the sight of the dog]
General Woundwort: Come back! Come back, you fools!
Campion: Run!
General Woundwort: Come back! Come back and fight! Dogs aren't dangerous!
[the dog drops a dead Efrafan and then comes in slow-motion after Woundwort, who tries to lunge away from the dog and disappears off-screen]

General Woundwort: Your name?
Hyzenthlay: Hyzenthlay, sir.
General Woundwort: I'll be frank with you. You're safe here. Well get on with it!
Hyzenthlay: Sir, several of us propose an expedition for a new warren. Somewhere else.
General Woundwort: A new warren? Out of the question!
Hyzenthlay: But you don't understand. The system is breaking down.
General Woundwort: Explain that.
Hyzenthlay: Some of us can't produce litters, we're overcrowded.
General Woundwort: I want no further discussion about it.
Hyzenthlay: We'll go as far as you like!
General Woundwort: Here or anywhere else!
Hyzenthlay: I...
[she is approached threateningly by Campion]
Hyzenthlay: [meekly] Thank you, sir.
[she leaves]
General Woundwort: Campion, have her watched.