Sharpe's Siege (1996 TV Movie)
[Anticipating battle, Harper hands Sharpe a cup of tea]
Sharpe: Thanks, Pat.
Harper: I was thinking. Things could be an awful lot worse, you know.
Sharpe: How the bloody hell could things get worse, Pat?
Harper: We could be without the cup of tea.
Harper: [Referring to a specific soldier] Sir, he's got the...
[whispers 'pox' in Sharpe's ear]
Sharpe: Pox! What are you whispering for Harper? I think I've seen plenty of pox in my time!
Sharpe: What happens when you burn oyster shells?
Capt. William Frederickson: You get ash I suppose.
Capt. Neil Palmer: I was born in a fishing village sir. The fishermen used to burn oyster shells all the time.
Capt. Neil Palmer: To whitewash their houses sir. When you burn oyster shells, you get lime. Get that in the eyes you go blind.
Catherine: If I were a soldier, I would have sworn an oath of loyalty to my Emperor!
Sharpe: I understand.
Catherine: But I am not a soldier.
Capt. Neil Palmer: [Limps into Wellington's tent on a crutch - Sharpe follows] Sir, Under the provisions of the Army Act, I wish to charge Colonel Bamfylde with cowardice in the face of the enemy, abandoning his position, abandoning the wounded, conspiring with the Compte De Maquerre - a spy in the service of Bonaparte to desert his position and throw the blame on Major Sharpe. I further wish to report, sir, that Major Sharpe tended to the wounded, successfully repulsed an attack by General Calvet's brigade and brought us all safely back home here sir.
Lord Wellington: Is that all Captain Palmer?
Capt. Neil Palmer: Almost sir.
[Limps two feet to his right, and knees Colonel Bamfylde in the groin]
Colonel Horace Bampfylde: Field Marshall Wellington. Captain Palmer assaulted me. He struck a superior officer!
Lord Wellington: You're no longer a superior officer, Bamfylde. Get out!
Sharpe: You make your bed, Marquerre, and then you lie in it.Without complaining.Trouble with you is you wanted it every way.You wanted to be a spy for years, then you want to come back home, want everybody to gather round and say what a big hero you've been.The world's not like that, Marquerre.You made your bed with Bonaparte. Well, maybe he'll give you a medal.Maybe not.Me-next time you're in my sights and outside a flag of parlay, I'll shoot you.