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[Sharpe is asking his men about their pasts
: Well? Harris
: Harris. From Wheatley in Oxfordshire. Sharpe
: And previously? Harris
: A courtier to my lord Bacchus and an unremitting debtor. Sharpe
: You're a rake and a wastrel, Harris. Is there anything you *can* do? Harris
: I can read, sir.
: We don't want to go south, sir. Richard Sharpe
: And what the hell do I care what you and the lads want, eh? You think the British Army's a bloody dem...
] Richard Sharpe
: Dem... Harris
: Democracy, sir. Comes from the Greek word "demos" and means "rule by-" Richard Sharpe
: Shut up, Harris!
: I'll trade you a Voltaire, and a filthy book by the Marquis De Sade, for your Sir Augustus, sir.
: [the Chosen Men are trying to scare the newly arrived 60th Rifles
] May God help them, Mr. Cooper. Rifleman Cooper
: These poor souls, don't know Mr. Sharpe, do they, Sgt. Harper? Patrick Harper
: They don't Mr. Cooper Rifleman Hagman
: They don't know Mr. Sharpe saved Wellington's life, do they, Sgt. Harper? Patrick Harper
: They don't Mr. Hagman. Harris
: They don't know Mr. Sharpe shot three dragoons out of the saddle in thirty seconds do they, Sgt. Harper? Patrick Harper
: They certainly don't, Mr. Harris. Rifleman Hagman
: I bet they don't know Mr. Sharpe shot a man just for having rust on his trigger! Rifleman Cooper
: They don't, Mr. Hagman. Rifleman Perkins
: I bet they don't know Mr. Sharpe shot an officer, just for having dust on his buttons!
[the others pause and stare at Perkins
] Patrick Harper
] Well what was it Mr. Sharpe says makes a good soldier, Mr. Cooper? Rifleman Cooper
: Remind me again, Sarge. Patrick Harper
: What Major Sharpe says makes a good soldier is the ability to be able to fire three rounds a minute, in any weather. Rifleman Cooper
: Oh I should remember that. Patrick Harper
: Shush, boys. Here he comes: the Devil himself!
: [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
: Harris? Harris
: Hm? Hagman
: What's your first name?
: [on the provosts
] They're thieve takers, so that makes them thieves themselves. Rifleman Harris
: Well, Skillicorn! He doesn't say much but when he does you have to listen.