Zulu Dawn (1979)
Zulu messenger: I bring greetings from your friends the British and from the great Lord Chelmsford.
Ceteseyo: And what do your masters say?
Zulu messenger: They are angry and send these demands. They say that you rule in old ways that are wrong; that you kill your people without trial. The Great White Queen herself cannot kill her lowliest subject, though she rules forty lands, each greater than all of Zululand.
[on the death of his young assistant from friendly fire]
Corporal Storey: Oh no! Come all this bloody way to get shot by a bullet from Birmingham? Shoot straight you bastards!
[Vereker asks what happens if he can't drink the Stanger's cup without stopping]
Lt. Raw: Then a bottle of good claret to each member of the mess is charged to your account.
Lt. Melvill: If it's too much, we can have the bill forwarded to your father, in the House of Lords. Oh, no offense meant, Vereker.
Lt. William Vereker: No offense taken, Melvill. To men who aren't afraid to speak their minds.
Lt. Melvill: You didn't really have to choose between your country and the Zulu, did you?
Lt. William Vereker: Um, and a damn close thing it was too.
[Durnford is questioning Lt. Vereker on scouting reports around the camp]
Lt. Col. Pulleine: His Lordship is of the cetain opinion that it's far too difficult an approach to be chosen by the Zulu command.
Col. Durnford: Yes, well... difficulty never deterred a Zulu commander.
[a newspaperman is commenting on Chelmsford's decision to divide his forces]
Norris-Newman: Crealock, old fella. I'm doing notes for my dispatch and I need to clear up a few military points... I don't want to bother His Lordship. Had it drummed into my thick skull that a good commander never willingly splits his force, especially in an enemy's country, before knowing their dispositions.
Col. Crealock: Ah yes, if we were facing a European enemy armed with guns I think your point would hold, Noggs. Further may I remind you, I do not make the strategies you wish to comment on. I am only His Lordship's secretary.
Norris-Newman: I wouldn't take overly comfort from that, Crealock old fella, because if he sinks, then you sink with him.
[the Zulus are about to overrun the British position]
Col. Durnford: Sergeant, you're to ride back to Natal. When you see the Bishop tell him, that is, tell his daughter, that I was obliged to remain here with my infantry. Now go. God go with you.
Sgt. Maj. Kambula: I leave God Jesus with you.
[British lancers have just ridden down and killed a Zulu warrior]
Lt. Melvill: Well done, Sir! Did you see that Noggs? Deceived him with the up and took him with the down.
Norris-Newman: Well well, this one's a grandfather at least. If he'd been a Zulu in his prime I'd have given odds against your lancer, Mr. Melvill.
General Lord Chelmsford: Well, gentlemen, first blood to us and a rousing good report in the newspapers to satisfy the politicians, eh?
General Lord Chelmsford: After lunch, Brown, I want you to return to Isandhlwana and instruct Col. Pulleine to join us here immediately.
Col. Hamilton-Brown: If you'll excuse me, My Lord.
General Lord Chelmsford: No appetite, Colonel?
Col. Hamilton-Brown: My men haven't eaten since yesterday and there won't be any supplies until I get them back to Isandhlwana.
General Lord Chelmsford: Then they can start off now and you can join them when you've eaten.
Col. Hamilton-Brown: Kind of you, My Lord, but I don't think it would be proper for me to sit at your table, they with their bellies stuck to their backbones.
Lt. Harford: [rising to follow Hamilton-Brown] Excuse me, Sir.
General Lord Chelmsford: [to Lt. Harford] Learn nothing from that Irishman, Harford, except how not to behave.
Boy Pullen: You afeared of the Zulus then, Quartermaster?
QSM Bloomfield: One Zulu is only one man... and I'm afeared of no one man... but the Zulu, they come in the thousands... like a black wave of death... in the thousands... and them assegais... stabbing!
Corporal Storey: [to the soldier next to him, referring to the ammunition] Soft 'eaded buggers these. Flatten out against the bone. Smash 'em out.
Storey's mate: But bullets run out... and those bloody spears don 't.
[Catches Pvt. Williams looking around and not paying any attention]
C.S.M. Williams: You moved! You moved! Go and tell the NCO at that black shambles that you love him more than you love me! NOW!
General Lord Chelmsford: For a savage, as for a child, chastisement is sometimes a kindness.
Sir Henry Bartle Frere: Let us hope, General, that this will be the final solution to the Zulu problem.
Sir Henry Bartle Frere: [proofreading aloud the ultimatum he has just drafted] Cetshwayo's Zulu army to disband and the warriors permitted to return to their homes.
Lt. Melvill: [bellowing a reply to the Zulu challenge] We come here by the orders of the Great Queen Victoria, Queen of all Africa.
Pte. Williams: I heard 'em first.
C.S.M. Williams: [with sarcasm] I'll get you a medal for modesty, Private Williams, would you like that?
Pte. Williams: You never would, Colour Sergeant, a medal?
Lt. Col. Pulleine: [to Melvill and Coghill] Well fought, gentlemen. It's time to save the colours. Get to Rorke's Drift. You must warn them.