Sharpe's Waterloo (1997 TV Movie)
Richard Sharpe: [has stumbled across Jane and Rossendale] You!
Jane Sharpe: Don't hurt me please!
Richard Sharpe: And you!
Richard Sharpe: You dare to come! You dare to join! You dare to be in the same buggerin' army as me!
Richard Sharpe: [chases Rossendale until Rossendale trips and falls] Get up! Get up and fight!
[turns to the crowd]
Richard Sharpe: Somebody give him a sword!
[turns back to Rossendale]
Richard Sharpe: Do you have a friend?
Rossendale: [recognizing the duel challenge] No no no no no, please!
Richard Sharpe: Then give me the money, you can keep the whore you lilly-livered...
[feels the shame of being a cuckold, and draws his sword]
Richard Sharpe: No, by God I'll fillet you anyway!
Uxbridge: [intervenes] Enough!
[looks down at Rossendale]
Uxbridge: Get up.
Richard Sharpe: [does not move his sword] By God I'll fillet you also!
Uxbridge: You will not!
Harry Price: [mutters in Sharpe's ear] Richard, don't do it.
Richard Sharpe: [sighs in defeat] You tell him Harry.
Rossendale: [looking up, embarrassed] I fell, just fell.
Richard Sharpe: Tell him he can have the whore
[Jane stares at him in loathing]
Richard Sharpe: but I want my money.
Richard Sharpe: [Rallying the South Essex] I'm your colours. I Am.
Prince William of Orange: It's the French. Oh my god. Now they have guns.
Wellington: Oh, they've always had guns, your royal highness. What they haven't always had is you as a target.
Doggett: [to the Prince of Orange] You, sir, are a silk stocking full of shit.
Wellington: Your Regiment, Sharpe!
Richard Sharpe: Prince of... South Essex! ADVANCE!
[regiment walks off towards the French]
Richard Sharpe: South Essex Charge!
Rebeque: [Rebeque is talking to Sharpe about the Prince of Orange and his whores, when there is large bang] That's his boots!
Doggett: [on the Prince of Orange] He did it again. How many more men will he kill? That's my commission gone to the blazes I dare say, but it had to be said.
Richard Sharpe: [choking with grief] Daniel Hagman... Harris... He won't kill anymore!
Patrick Harper: [to Doggett] Oh now you have caused trouble!
[rides after Sharpe]
Doggett: [to the Prince of Orange] You did it again! Colonel Sharpe said you would do it again, and you did! All those men dead because you wanted to get out? You coward!
Rebeque: Doggett! His Royal Highness cannot be called a coward.
Doggett: No, dammnit. No, not cowardice, not that. Just so he can dance and prance, and make high cockalorum, while men die? Horribly? It is too much, I declare, too much! I shall say it!
Doggett: [after a second] You sir, are a silk stocking full of shit!
Dutch Captain: [speaking in Dutch to his men] No! No! You can shoot better than that!
Rossendale: [in the thick of a massacre] I can kill as well as you Sharpe!
[the Prince of Orange rides to Wellington's side]
Prince William of Orange: Good day to you. We're fighting Boney, you know. Indeed we are. This day, at the cross roads of Quartre Bras... He's been seen.
Wellington: [skeptically] Has he been?
Prince William of Orange: We're holding the woods, I do believe... yes.
Uxbridge: [looks around] Where are your men?
Prince William of Orange: Fighting... fighting.
[the Dutch troops stream past, clearly running away]
Uxbridge: I stand corrected, highness. I know very little about uniforms, other than me own, but I could have sworn these was yours as is running. Ain't they?
Prince William of Orange: [draws his sword] Some of them, Lord Uxbridge, some of them.
[spurs after them]
Prince William of Orange: Come back here, you cowards!
Wellington: I never mind men running as long as they come back.
Wellington: [to the retreating Dutch troops] My lads, you look blown from your run. Come, do take breath a moment. Then we will go back and try if we can do better. Take heart, soon have some guns up. Uxbridge!
Uxbridge: Oh, they do come, I assure you. What of the Prussians. Any word at all?
Wellington: I told the Prussians we'll support them but only if not attacked here. They'll have to fight without us today.
Wellington: If your corps is coming up, as you assure me, how close do you think they are? I want them to clear that road, I want it handsomely arranged with guns.
Uxbridge: Very close.
Wellington: How close?
Uxbridge: Close. Coming up.
[He turns around to look for them]
[as Wellington sits down to dinner, the night before the battle]
Uxbridge: What do you do tomorrow?
Wellington: What do you eat, Uxbridge?
Uxbridge: [impatiently] Much the same.
Wellington: Does the army want for anything?
Uxbridge: Damn it, what do you do tomorrow? What plans have you?
Uxbridge: I am second in command! I ought to know!
Wellington: As soon as Napoleon Bonaparte tells me what *he's* going to do, I shall know what *I'm* going to do, and I shall tell you. But as Boney has not yet confided in me, I cannot confide in you. So, to your beef, Uxbridge.
[Uxbridge exits in a huff]
Wellington: [under his breath] Adulterous rogue.
Witherspoon: [taking out a notebook] What time?
Richard Sharpe: What?
Witherspoon: What time did it stop? The cannonade. I have it as ten minutes of midday, but the Duke likes it accurate, you see.
Richard Sharpe: What time is it now?
Witherspoon: Oh, uh...
[fumbles with his pocketwatch]
Witherspoon: Four minutes after midday, save a few...
Richard Sharpe: You'd best write down that they're coming, then.
Richard Sharpe: The French are advancing.
[Witherspoon looks into the woods, where a huge French column is advancing]
Witherspoon: Ah, so they are. Thank you, my dear fellow, I might have missed that.
[as the French advance on La Haye Sainte, beating their drums and shouting "Vive L'Empereur!"]
Patrick Harper: In all the years that I've been fighting the French... I have become sick and bloody tired of that shite music that they play.