Michael Hogan quotes from Sharpe

You've lost the colours, Sir. The king's own colours, touched by his own hand. Take my advice, and a pistol, and go behind that tent, and blow out what's left of your brains.

Who fired that shot?

[looks him up and down] Give him yours, Harper.

[to Perkins] Take a tip Perkins, give it back.

Wellesley's gonna take the army into Spain. It'll be bugles, battles and bags of glory. Stick with me, Richard, I'll see you right.

You'll see me dead, sir.

[laughs] Oh, that's my boy.

Wellesley

Must be a damn good book, Hogan.

Shakespeare, sir. Julius Caesar. Mark Antony, "Lend me your ears," eh?

Wellesley

(reads over Hogan's shoulder) "These many, then, shall die. Their names are pricked." By God, Hogan, you may be sure my name is well-pricked by those needles at Horse Guards.

A general who wins battles and lives to claim the credit will never lack for enemies in London, sir.

They're flogged soldiers, sir. And flogging teaches a soldier only one lesson.

What's that, Richard?

How to turn his back.

Major Hogan! I have been struck, by a common soldier! I believe the penalty for striking an officer is death.

Death is certainly the penalty for striking that officer, sir. That was Sharpe of the 95th.

What, the ragamuffin that jumped from the ranks? By God, sir, I'll teach him to touch a gentleman. I'll call him out, sir. I'll see him at dawn.

I'll second you, old boy.

A duel? Oh, give me your hand, sir! You've a brave fellow, Gibbons. Sharpe's a killer. Killed three French cavalrymen and saved Wellesley's life. Three seconds, slash, cut, thrust. And that's while he was still a Sergeant. Shall we say six o'clock tomorrow morning in the field behind the camp?

Or shall we say it was damned dark, and you made a damn bad mistake?

Silly mistake. Say no more about it, eh?

Good thinking, Gibbons. Sharpe would've shot out your left eye at a minute past six, and you would've spent all day tomorrow looking up at nothing with the other.