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- Rebeque: [Rebeque is talking to Sharpe about the Prince of Orange and his whores, when there is large bang] That's his boots!
- Richard Sharpe: [has stumbled across Jane and Rossendale] You, madam! You!
- Jane Sharpe: Don't hurt me, please!
- Richard Sharpe: And you!
- [grabs Rossendale]
- Richard Sharpe: You dare to come! You dare to join! You dare to be in the same bottle-beggary army as me!
- Richard Sharpe: [chases Rossendale until Rossendale trips and falls] Get up!
- [kicks Rossendale in the ribs]
- Richard Sharpe: Get up and fight!
- [turns to the crowd]
- Richard Sharpe: Somebody give him a sword!
- [turns back to Rossendale]
- Richard Sharpe: You have a friend?
- Rossendale: [recognizing the duel challenge] No, no, no, no, please!
- Richard Sharpe: Then give me the money, you can keep the whore for an arse-wipe, you yellow-livered...
- [feels the shame of being cuckolded]
- Richard Sharpe: No... no, by God, I'll kill you anyway!
- [draws his sword and points it at Rossendale, who wets himself in front of the assembled guests]
- Uxbridge: [intervenes] Enough!
- [looks down at Rossendale in disgust]
- 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] Harry Paget, Richard... Earl Uxbridge as is, Lord Wellington's second-in-command as is... 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
- [glares over at Jane, who stares back at him in loathing]
- Richard Sharpe: but I want my money.
- [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?
- Wellington: Plans?
- 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.
- Hagman: [singing, tongue-in-cheek] Old Wellington, he scratched his bum, says, 'Boney lad, thee's had thee fun'. My riflemen will win the day, over the hills and far away!
- Wellington: The Prince of Orange. They wanted to give him command over me. Better counsel prevailed.
- 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.
- Wellington: Your Regiment, Sharpe!
- Richard Sharpe: Prince of... South Essex! ADVANCE!
- [regiment walks off towards the French]
- Richard Sharpe: South Essex Charge!
- 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!
- [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: Wellington?
- Wellington: When?
- 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 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.
- Doggett: [to Sharpe, after the Prince of Orange has foolishly given the order to charge] Have you ever ridden in a cavalry charge before, sir?
- Richard Sharpe: Just stay on your horse, Tom, and try *not* to chop its bloody ears off!
- Patrick Harper: [handing a plate of cooked beef to Sharpe] Eat! It's French. - It's good! - Though I am a bit of a cannibal, so I am!
- Wellington: [after Sharpe and his men repulsed the French troops and forced them to retreat] Sharpe!
- Richard Sharpe: Your Grace!
- Wellington: What are you waiting for? Forward, and complete your victory! Don't let them stand, see them off our land! - Your battalion, Mr. Sharpe!
- Richard Sharpe: The Prince of Wal--
- [stops himself]
- Richard Sharpe: - Damn it! - The *South Essex* will advance!
- Patrick Harper: [during their pursuit of the fleeing French troops, points out Napoleon in the distance, whom they now get to see for the first time] *Look*!
- Richard Sharpe: [in disbelief and delight] I saw him! - *I saw him*!
- Patrick Harper: That's all I came for, so it is. - Goodbye, Colonel Sharpe!
- Richard Sharpe: Goodbye, Mr. Harper!
- Patrick Harper: [giving Sharpe a 'first hand' report] I heard that straight from the horse's mouth! A gallopper of the 'Roast and Boiled', who'd heard it first hand from a 'Wallopping Mick' of the 'Six Skins', who saw them Prussians with his own eyes, so he did!
- Richard Sharpe: [regarding the Prince of Orange's blatant incompetence] What an idiot! What a dirty little Dutch buffle-brained bastard! I'll ram his poxed crown up his Royal poxed arse, the blue-blooded twat!
- [rides off]
- Patrick Harper: O dear, o dear, o dear...!
- [rides off, following Sharpe]
- Richard Sharpe: [to Harper] Have not chalked my name on the door, I see. Could you not bring yourself to do it? What would it say? Lt. Col. Sharpe, arse-wiper to the Prince of Orange?
- [afterwards, regarding Bonaparte]
- Richard Sharpe: Might as well ask him for a job!
- Doggett: [as Sharpe comes storming out of the Prince of Orange's headquarters] You're hurrying, sir?
- Richard Sharpe: I am, Tom! I could not stay in there another minute without I hit him... What do you do with Silly Billy?
- Doggett: I'm a serious officer, sir, and I want to learn all I can...
- Richard Sharpe: Well, you won't learn anything from him. He's not worth his silk stocking full of shit!
- Doggett: [later, after another blunder, to the Prince of Orange's face] Sharpe was right... You, sir, are a silk stocking full of shit!
- Hagman: [to the frightened captured French drummer boy] Hey, it's all right, you little bugger! We stopped eating French drummer boys - for they smell!
- 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.
- Witherspoon: Coming?
- 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.
- Rossendale: [confessing the truth of how his sword was broken] There were no bloody Lancers today. He broke my sword, Witherspoon... .Sharpe.
- Witherspoon: I won't tell.
- Rossendale: Thank you. Well, he got his note for the money. Much good will it do him; I have no money and Jane won't give me any more 'till I marry her. He gave her to me... said he'd sell her, some ghastly country custom that swine sell their wives, Withers. I love her to distraction, you know... more than honor... but to keep her I must kill him. He's a far better man than I, sir... so tomorrow I lose her and my honor.
- Witherspoon: [looks at Rossendale for a moment, then:] It is to do with honor, isn't it, old chap? Not duels. There is one way you can win all, you know.
- Rossendale: Is there? How?
- Witherspoon: Fight like a blue hero tomorrow.
- Richard Sharpe: [he's just cornered Rossendale in a wood, broken Rossendale's pistol and sword and and made him write a promissory note] You're not worth fighting. You want her? I'll sell her to you. What we do where I come from, we take our faithless wives to market, put a rope around their necks and bid for 'em! You pig-bastards do that! My lord?
- Rossendale: [terrified] I don't know.
- Richard Sharpe: You don't know? I know.
- [he takes a length of cord from his saddlebag]
- Richard Sharpe: Here's the rope.
- [he throws it at Rossendale, who barely manages to catch it]
- Rebeque: [Rebeque is talking to Sharpe about the Prince of Orange and his whores, when there is large bang] That's his boots!
- [as the French artillery commence fire, beginning the Battle of Waterloo]
- Uxbridge: [lifting a glass of sherry] Gentlemen, I give you today's fox.
- Wellington: [after Sharpe told him that Napoleon has tricked Wellington with a ruse] Humbugged! Damn well Humbuggered!