Sharpe's Enemy (1994 TV Movie)
Teresa: [to Sir Augustus] If you were a man, I would call you out, force you to fight a duel, and kill you.
Isabella: Voltaire says, I have no morals, yet I am a very moral person. And that's how I think I am.
Richard Sharpe: That's how I think you are, too.
Richard Sharpe: What are you smiling at, Fredrickson?
Frederickson: I'm not smiling, sir. A musket ball broke my jaw. I have false teeth. The sawbones stuck on the smile for free, sir. He also stuck on my hair. Hair belongs to a horse.
Sarah: Don't worry. I'm married to a French colonel. We fell in love before this war began. He's a brave man and he'll come for me soon, I know he will.
Isabella: I'm married to an English colonel. He's a coward, and he won't come at all.
Richard Sharpe: No wonder Harris reads Voltaire. Listen: Dieu ne pas pour le gros battalions, mais pour sequi teront le meilleur.
Teresa: God is not on the side of the big battalions, but of the best shots.
Richard Sharpe: Not bad for a Frog, eh?
Wellington: Discipline is only a rabble-rouser's shout from anarchy!
Nairn: You see that colonel, Sharpe? That colonel came here to make you a major. Would you believe that?
Richard Sharpe: No, sir.
Nairn: Right hand up to God, Sharpe.
Richard Sharpe: That's your left hand, sir.
Teresa: You never stopped me from doing what I had to do. That's why I loved you so much.
Teresa: Harper, I have half a bottle of the best Irish whisky from the Irish priests at Salamanca.
Richard Sharpe: You speak a word and you're dead, Harper.
Patrick Harper: I'll be dead, but, sir, I'll be drunk.
Harris: I'll trade you a Voltaire, and a filthy book by the Marquis De Sade, for your Sir Augustus, sir.
Ducos: Come, Colonel. We've wasted enough time in Adrados. It was a fool's errand in the first place.
Richard Sharpe: Fool's errand? That man's wife is held hostage, sir! What is he to do?
Ducos: Find another.
Sir Augustus Farthingale: Are you the fellow that Wellington raised from the ranks, Sharpe?
Richard Sharpe: Yes sir.
Sir Augustus Farthingale: Yes, well I always thought it was a bad idea, and now I've got proof of it!
Richard Sharpe: Maybe I'll get lucky, sir. Maybe one of those rockets will blow me to Kingdom Come.
Nairn: That's the spirit, Sharpe!
Richard Sharpe: [examining the Rocket Troop] Very consistent, Lieutenant. Ten salvos and you've missed every time.
Wellington: You think there may be something in those rockets, Sharpe?
Richard Sharpe: Not as to accuracy, sir, but they'll play merry hell with the morale of poorly-led men, sir. The sound is shocking.
Wellington: Scared you, did they?
Richard Sharpe: I was terrified, sir.
Sir Augustus Farthingale: Do, uh, do you really think this Sharpe's the right man to send, sir? Won't cut and run if someone lets off a gun, will he?
Teresa: Who is this fool?
Teresa: If you were a man I would call you out, force you to fight a duel, and kill you.
Sgt. Obadiah Hakeswill: I hope he doesn't kill Sharpy.
Pot Au Fe: Why?
Sgt. Obadiah Hakeswill: I want to kill him myself!
Nairn: Ducos is a very bad boy. Has the ear of Bonaparte himself. Where Ducos rides, dirty work is soon to follow.
Wellington: [the Prince Regent wants Sharpe appointed major] It seems Sharpe has friends at court too Colonel, though in London, not in Lisbon.
Patrick Harper: [the Chosen Men are trying to scare the newly arrived 60th Rifles] May God help them, Mr. Cooper.
Rifleman Cooper: These poor souls, don't know Mr. Sharpe, do they, Sgt. Harper?
Patrick Harper: They don't Mr. Cooper
Rifleman Hagman: They don't know Mr. Sharpe saved Wellington's life, do they, Sgt. Harper?
Patrick Harper: They don't Mr. Hagman.
Harris: They don't know Mr. Sharpe shot three dragoons out of the saddle in thirty seconds do they, Sgt. Harper?
Patrick Harper: They certainly don't, Mr. Harris.
Rifleman Hagman: I bet they don't know Mr. Sharpe shot a man just for having rust on his trigger!
Rifleman Cooper: They don't, Mr. Hagman.
Rifleman Perkins: I bet they don't know Mr. Sharpe shot an officer, just for having dust on his buttons!
[the others pause and stare at Perkins]
Patrick Harper: [resumes] Well what was it Mr. Sharpe says makes a good soldier, Mr. Cooper?
Rifleman Cooper: Remind me again, Sarge.
Patrick Harper: What Major Sharpe says makes a good soldier is the ability to be able to fire three rounds a minute, in any weather.
Rifleman Cooper: Oh I should remember that.
Patrick Harper: Shush, boys. Here he comes: the Devil himself!
Rifleman Perkins: [Perkins is being disguised as a woman for the night attack] Why can't Harris wear the dress, sir?
Richard Sharpe: Harris doesn't have the figure for it!
[the others jeer]
Rifleman Perkins: I must protest! It's not fair, it's not fair! It's always me!
Sgt. Obadiah Hakeswill: [is caught in a Mexican stand-off with Teresa] Put that pistol down, lassie, or I'll blow Miss Farthingdale's brains out!
Colonel Dubreton: [Sharpe quotes Voltaire in French] You told me you didn't speak French.
Richard Sharpe: I lied. My wife taught me: she taught me many things. Above all how to say goodbye.
Richard Sharpe: Someday, I'll say goodbye to you!
Richard Sharpe: [looks at the mass of rebels] You see what I see, Pat?
Patrick Harper: You know, sometimes I wish I was blind. Looks like a bloody army to me.
Richard Sharpe: Not just that. Look at their uniforms.
Patrick Harper: Good God! There's French with them.
Richard Sharpe: Spanish and Portuguese too. When word of this gets out, we can kiss goodbye to discipline back home!
Kelly: [about Sharpe] I stood with him for a few seconds at the battle of Talavera when he took an Eagle off the Frogs. Not that he'd remember. Officers don't see lower ranks.
Richard Sharpe: [sees Kelly for the first time] I know you!
Kelly: [astonished] Do you?
Richard Sharpe: [thoughtful] Battle of Talavera. I'll have your name in a tick...
Sgt. Obadiah Hakeswill: No names for the firing squad, Sharpy!
[turns to Kelly]
Sgt. Obadiah Hakeswill: Strip her!
Kelly: [backs away] Let the Frogs do it.
Sgt. Obadiah Hakeswill: [about the hostages he has captured] Now we have an English woman married to a French Colonel, and a half-English half-Portuguese married to an English Colonel...
Sgt. Obadiah Hakeswill: ... funny thing that.
Dubreton: [Nodding to a bound Hakeswill] This is the man who killed your wife.
Sharpe: A liar, a thief, a rapist, a murderer.That's not a man.Take it away.
Richard Sharpe: Tell General Chaumier, we will fight him to the death.
Ducos: [laughs] Major Sharpe is not well. We outnumber you ten to one. There will be no terms if you do not surrender immediately.
[For answer, Sharpe plucks off Ducos's glasses, drops them to the ground, and crushes them with his boot]
Richard Sharpe: To the death.
Sir Augustus Farthingale: I'm in charge here, *Major* Sharpe! We shall discuss terms immediately.
[Ducos smirks. Sharpe grabs Farthingdale by the arm and pulls him aside]
Richard Sharpe: Your wife was a whore, sir. I know, for I was once her lover. Let that get out, and you'll be the laughingstock of Lisbon, and then of London. Leave now, and on my honor, no word of it shall pass my lips.
Sir Augustus Farthingale: [pale] But... but I do love her, you know.
[Sharpe sneers and returns Farthingdale's watch with a slap]
Richard Sharpe: You're a damned liar.
Wellington: Mark me close, Colonel. What do you think the supreme virtue, sir? To the Frenchman and his recent revolution, it is liberty. To the Whig, puffing in Parliament, it is license to do anything, provided it do not disturb his pleasure. But to the common soldier, it is anarchy, to do whatever he want and be damned to his fellow. But to me and Bonaparte, the supreme virtue is order. We are not Whigs. We know that a man may love his neighbor over Monday, and massacre him over Tuesday, unless society keeps him in order! These deserters, if not secured and shot, will destroy my army more surely than Bonaparte! And I'll thank you not to forget it.
Gilliand: Please, sir! I must protest, sir! My rockets are being robbed of their powder! I really must protest, sir!
Richard Sharpe: It's either that or wear a dress, Rocket Man.
Richard Sharpe: Well done, Mr. Gilliand! I'll be damned if we don't reach the moon some day with one of your blasted rockets!
Sir Augustus Farthingale: [after Sharpe's promotion to Major] Well, of course it's not up to me to question the judgement of the Prince Regent. All I do know is that the... Major here, who is in charge of a complex and combined operation, cannot rise to the purchase of a watch! -
[He hands his pocket watch to Sharpe]
Sir Augustus Farthingale: You may borrow mine, sir! See that you return it.