The Hill (1965)
Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson: Then there's the Commandant. The Commandant signs bits of paper. He'd sign his own death warrant if I gave it to him.
Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson: New scum and old scum are bad mixes.
Trooper Joe Roberts: So what's the charge? Failing to obey an order? Or, drunk in charge of a cigarette lighter? Oh, you crazy bastard! You'd prop up dead men and inspect them if you was ordered to!
Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson: Right! You're RIGHT!
Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson: I'm running this place! Me! I'll say what goes and what don't go!
Sergeant Charlie Harris: You ain't running this place, Bert, WILLIAMS is! Look at him! He took over days ago! You STILL haven't caught on!
Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson: Nobody's gonna put a medal on us. But get this straight - one job's as important as the next.
Monty Bartlett: You've got it downstaris, mate, but we've got it upstairs. Live up trees, you blokes do. I seen a film about his tribe once. It was called 'Tarazn and the Ape Man.' When Charlie Blogs found you lot, you was walking around starkers, living on monkey nuts.
Jacko King: So this is a member of the great white race. And there's plenty more like Monty. We just call them "white trash."
Jock McGrath: Now look, I don't go for that expression "white trash."
Jacko King: What's Staff Williams?
Jock McGrath: Belt up! I don't want to hear about Williams.
Jacko King: That, I can believe.
[Sgt. Wilson plans to cover-up the death of a prisoner]
SSgt. Williams: Thank you, Bert. You said you backed your staff.
Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson: We're not celebrating our glorious victory, Williams. We're patching up a bloody disaster.
[Jacko has defiantly ripped off his uniform]
Sergeant Charlie Harris: You're going into the Commandant's office dressed like this, lad?
Jacko King: Unless you've got a top-hat, and a bone to put through me nose. That's the way you white folks think we done dress at home.
[Sgt. Wilson has tampered with a prisoner's death certificate]
Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson: Accidental death. But if there's another accidental death and you're in any way connected to it, staff...
[turns Williams' shot glass upside down]
M.O.: Any serious illnesses?
Trooper Joe Roberts: Do you mean recently, sir?
Trooper Joe Roberts: Smoker's cough.
M.O.: Drop your trousers.
[after giving him a visual examination]
M.O.: Anything else?
Trooper Joe Roberts: Like what?
M.O.: Any recent incapacities?
Trooper Joe Roberts: Well, I wouldn't brag about it if I had, sir.
M.O.: Roberts, in this place it pays to give a straight answer to a simple question. Try learning that golden rule. Turn around.
M.O.: Right. Get dressed.
Trooper Joe Roberts: Then I'm fit, sir?
Trooper Joe Roberts: Where are you sending me? To a stud farm?
M.O.: Roberts, I give you one week. Just one week. Now get out!
SSgt. Williams: [tauntingly] One of those shy lads, are you, Stevens?... Well?
George Stevens: Well...
SSgt. Williams: [raising his voice] Well?
George Stevens: [somewhat bewildered and disoriented] I was...
SSgt. Williams: [deliberately trying to intimidate] You what? One of those cads who can't make up his mind whether he's a boy or a girl?
George Stevens: I'm married, sir.
SSgt. Williams: Are you now? And who is who in your little partnership?
George Stevens: We don't have to be treated like that, do we?
[he begins to turn to face Williams]
George Stevens: I mean...
SSgt. Williams: [screaming] Eyes front!
George Stevens: [he turns back around] We're not animals.
SSgt. Williams: Haven't made up my mind whether you're fish or fowl, Stevens.