Sharpe (TV Series)
Sharpe's Siege (1996)
Sean Bean: Major Richard Sharpe
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Quotes
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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.
Sharpe : Why?
Capt. Neil Palmer : To whitewash their houses sir. When you burn oyster shells, you get lime. Get that in the eyes you go blind.
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Colonel Horace Bampfylde : ...and so, having made every provision for the comfort of the wounded, I made my way back through the British lines as quickly as possible.
Lord Wellington : And how did Colonel Maquerre conduct himself?
Colonel Horace Bampfylde : I cannot speak too highly of the Count's conduct, Sir. Despite my pleading with him to return with me, he insisted on staying behind to raise rebellion.
Lord Wellington : And Major Sharpe?
Colonel Horace Bampfylde : I'm afraid Major Sharpe was away at the time, plundering a French convoy. However, I have been reliably informed by the Mayor of Arcon that he was ambushed and overpowered. I can only assume that he's either been killed or surrendered to the French.
Lord Wellington : [looks outside his tent] Well, I suppose we could ask him.
Colonel Horace Bampfylde : How do you mean, sir?
[Bampfylde looks outside the tent and is horrified to see Sharpe and a limping Palmer leading the Chosen Men and the remains of the garrison into the camp. Palmer limps into Wellington's tent on a crutch, followed by Sharpe]
Major Richard Sharpe : My Lord.
Capt. Neil Palmer : Sir, under the provisions of the Army Act, I wish to charge Colonel Bampfylde 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 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 all, sir.
[With difficulty, Palmer turns to his right, brings up his good leg and kicks Colonel Bampfylde in the groin]
Colonel Horace Bampfylde : [strained] Field Marshall Wellington... Captain Palmer assaulted me. He struck a superior officer!
Lord Wellington : You're no longer a superior officer, Bamfylde. Get out!
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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.
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Sharpe : [when Reilly is feigning fatigue] What's the matter with him?
Rifleman Robinson : [lying for his friend] Fatigue, sir?
Sharpe : Hm. Looks more like fever to me.
Rifleman Robinson : How can you tell the difference?
Sharpe : It's simple, Robinson. Just take a big long needle, and stick it in his eyeball. If it's fever, he won't feel a thing!
Rifleman Reilly : [jumps up at once, but tries to keep up the act of sudden 'recovery'] Where am I?
Sharpe : You're in a war, Reilly! On one side is you, and on the other side is me! - So you and Robinson are on guard duty tonight. And tomorrow night. And the night after. And when you finish, Reilly, you'll know the difference between fever and fatigue! - Now get in line!
[the riflemen fall in and continue marching]
Rifleman Reilly : [Turns to Robinson when Sharpe is out of earshot] Do you think, would Sharpe have stuck a needle in my eye?
Rifleman Robinson : A *needle*? He ain't got a needle. He'd use a blood *bayonet*!
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Major General Ross : [after Sharpe just saved his life by shooting two French troopers and threatening the third with his rifle] Good shooting, Sharpe! How the devil did you reload in time to take on that
[last]
Major General Ross : fellow?
Sharpe : I was bluffing, sir!
[indicating his rifle]
Sharpe : It was empty.
Major General Ross : I'm deeply touched you came after me, dear boy!
Sharpe : I had no choice, sir. I'm getting married tomorrow, and you're giving away the bride!