An Ungentlemanly Act (1992 TV Movie)
Lt. Quiroga: Mr Hunt... Time to give up Mr Hunt... your phone is cut off... armoured amphibious vehicles will be closing in soon!Mr Hunt,We have very superior numbers... I am sure you are a reasonable man... come out with your hands on head... alone!
Colour Sgt. Muir: Fuck off you spick bastards!
Maj. Mike Norman: Now I haven't bullshitted you about the odds. We'll fight until the Governor throws in the towel or until we're overrun, which probably means dying. I want you to face that. Death. Think about what it means now and when the firing starts forget it. You are the Green Berets. The Royals. That means you will knock seven shades of excrement out of them before you go down. Don't get angry with whoever dropped you in the smelly stuff. You're in fathoms of it and it's too late. Get angry with the arrogant bastards who are planning to waltz in here thinking you'll just take it up the bum. Now Garry's men know this place and like it and I'm sure some of them have got local girls on their minds. Maybe even sheep. But half of us haven't even had time to find the pub. Tonight, when the time comes, we're fighting for ourselves. For what Royal stands for. For one another.
Rex Hunt: Don, you've bagged my 12 bore.
[Chuckles. Looks out the window to see the flag still flying]
Rex Hunt: How come it's still up there?
Don Bonner: Well sir... I took a decision to leave it flying tonight, sir. And to shoot the first Argie bastard who tries to take it down. Did I do the wrong thing, sir?
Rex Hunt: No! That's the spirit, Don.
[Watching the Argentinians celebrate the raising of their flag over the islands]
Don Bonner: You'd think they'd just won the bloody World Cup!
Mavis Hunt: [on the Falklands invasion] Why would anyone bother over half a million sheep and some seaweed?
Patrick Watts: The annual rugby match between the incoming Royal Marine garrison and the Stanley Ladies First XV, which was to be refereed by His Excellency the Governor, has been cancelled. I can just hear the sigh of relief from Major Norman and his men.
Rex Hunt: If anyone lands from a sub, best I can do is invite them in for a short sharp lecture and a glass of sherry.
Maj. Mike Norman: We have resources to defend one beach. Choosing the deep one on the assumption it'll be landing craft we face. If, on the other hand, they have modern amphibious personnel carriers, it'll be this shallow beach they use. Have we had any intelligence?
Maj. Garry Noott: Only one MI6 man in Latin America. Even if he is in Argentina.
Maj. Mike Norman: Then it will be bingo or bollocks.
Rex Hunt: Pray for a gale to dash them on the rocks like the Armada.
Rex Hunt: Dick, I've got to draft a State of Emergency. Have you any idea how it's done?
Dick Baker: No, I'm afraid not. I think we'll have to go back to 1939. Sounds absurd, I know. But there you are.
Rex Hunt: "We shall fight on the beaches". If only we could.
Simon Winchester: I got wind of Tony's plans, to join the FIDF. It's just the one son, is it?
Rex Hunt: And a daughter back home.
Simon Winchester: Oh well, she's well out of it then.
Rex Hunt: No, not really. She's engaged to a lieutenant in the Marines who served down here. He's bound to be on standby soon. If anyone bothers to get the place back for us, that us.
Simon Winchester: They'll bother all right, if they're interested in staying in office.
Maj. Mike Norman: There's 70 men here, right? They're going to die. And there's fuck all you and I can do about it.
Patrick Watts: At present there is no indication that the Argentine task force has changed course. Government House has asked everyone not to go out to Cape Pembroke looking for it.
Dick Baker: Reagan finally got through to Galtieri only to be told to piss off, basically.
Patrick Watts: Are you thinking of surrender, sir?
Rex Hunt: I'm not surrendering to any bloody Argie.
Maj. Phil Summers: Rex, we've withdrawn to the drill hall and now there are lots of Argentineans outside.
Rex Hunt: Well shoot them.
Maj. Phil Summers: There are lots and lots of Argentineans outside.
Rex Hunt: Shoot some of them then!
Vice-Adm. Carlos Busser: [Hunt refuses to shake Busser's hand] That is ungentlemanly of you, Governor Hunt.
Rex Hunt: It was a most ungentlemanly act of you to invade our islands! This is British territory and I want you and your men off it at once!
Vice-Adm. Carlos Busser: I am a Marine with the same job as your Royal Marines had in 1833. That is to take possession of these islands. All that is left is to prevent your men killing a few of mine. Whereas your job, Governor, is to prevent my men killing all your men.
Rex Hunt: You leave me no choice but to tell my men to surr... to lay down their arms.