Private Henry Hook: Rourke's Drift... It'd take an Irishman to give his name to a rotten stinking middle o' nowhere hole like this.
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Private Henry Hook: Rourke's Drift... It'd take an Irishman to give his name to a rotten stinking middle o' nowhere hole like this.
Lieutenant John Chard: Mr. Witt! When I have the impertinence to climb into your pulpit to deliver a sermon, then you can tell me my duty.
Colour Sergeant Bourne: A prayer's as good as bayonet on a day like this.
Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Now there's a bitter pill. Our own damned rifles!
Reverend Otto Witt: One thousand British soldiers have been massacred. While I stood here talking peace, a war has started.
Lieutenant John Chard: I came here to build a bridge.
Surgeon Maj. Reynolds: Orderly, damn it!, will you keep the flies away! Fan it! Damn you, Chard! Damn all you butchers!
Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: You mean your only plan is to stand behind a few feet of mealie bags and wait for the attack?
Private Henry Hook: What for? Did I ever see a Zulu walk down the city road? No! So what am I doing here?
Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: If 1200 men couldn't hold a defensive position this morning, what chance have we with 100?
Surgeon Maj. Reynolds: This is going to hurt you a lot more than it will me, I'm happy to say.
Lieutenant John Chard: Good. I can find work for baritones as well as tenors.
Colour Sergeant Bourne: All right, nobody told you to stop working.
Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: At one hundred yards, volley fire! Present! Aim! Fire!
Colour Sergeant Bourne: The sentries report Zulus to the southwest. Thousands of them.
Commissary Dalton: Careful! Pop that chap somebody! Good fellow! Good fellow!
Reverend Otto Witt: The way of the Lord has been shown to us!
Private Henry Hook: Stuff me with green apples! If a dog was as sick as him, they'd shoot it!
Reverend Otto Witt: The Book says "What went ye out into the wilderness to see, a man clothed in soft raiment?"
Reverend Otto Witt: Would you kill your brother, boy?
Reverend Otto Witt: Obey the Lord, boy. Obey the Lord.
Colour Sergeant Bourne: A prayer's as good as bayonet on a day like this.
Private Henry Hook: Rourke's Drift... It'd take an Irishman to give his name to a rotten stinking middle o' nowhere hole like this.
Lieutenant John Chard: Mr. Witt! When I have the impertinence to climb into your pulpit to deliver a sermon, then you can tell me my duty.
Lieutenant John Chard: I came here to build a bridge.
Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Now there's a bitter pill. Our own damned rifles!
Surgeon Maj. Reynolds: This is going to hurt you a lot more than it will me, I'm happy to say.
Reverend Otto Witt: One thousand British soldiers have been massacred. While I stood here talking peace, a war has started.
Surgeon Maj. Reynolds: Orderly, damn it!, will you keep the flies away! Fan it! Damn you, Chard! Damn all you butchers!
Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: You mean your only plan is to stand behind a few feet of mealie bags and wait for the attack?
Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: If 1200 men couldn't hold a defensive position this morning, what chance have we with 100?
Private Henry Hook: What for? Did I ever see a Zulu walk down the city road? No! So what am I doing here?
Pvt. Cole: Why is it us? Why us? Colour Sergeant Bourne: Because we're here, lad. Nobody else. Just us.
Colour Sergeant Bourne: It's a miracle. Lieutenant John Chard: If it's a miracle, Colour Sergeant, it's a short chamber Boxer Henry point 45 caliber miracle. Colour Sergeant Bourne: And a bayonet, sir, with some guts behind.
Lieutenant John Chard: The army doesn't like more than one disaster in a day. Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Looks bad in the newspapers and upsets civilians at their breakfast.
Lieutenant John Chard: Well, you've fought your first action. Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Does everyone feel like this afterwards? Lieutenant John Chard: How do you feel? Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Sick. Lieutenant John Chard: Well, you have to feel alive to feel sick. Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: You asked me, I told you. Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: There's something else. I feel ashamed. Was that how it was for you? The first time? Lieutenant John Chard: The first time? You think I could stand this butcher's yard more than once? Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: I didn't know. Lieutenant John Chard: I came up here to build a bridge.
Lieutenant John Chard: Do you think the Welsh can't do better than that, Owen? Pvt. Owen: Well, they've got a very good bass section, mind, but no top tenors that's for sure.
Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: It looks er... jolly simple, doesn't it? Adendorff: It's, er, jolly deadly, old boy. Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Well done, Adendorff, we'll make an Englishmen of you yet!
Pvt. John Williams: Hooky, come on old boy, do something! Pte. Henry Hook: I'm excused duty. Pvt. John Williams: Well, I haven't excused you, have I? Pte. Henry Hook: Oh, YOU want some help? Well, why didn't you say so?
Cpl. William Allen: Can you move your leg? Pvt. Hitch: If you want me to dance... Cpl. William Allen: I want you to *crawl*. Come on, you slovenly soldier, we've got work to do.
Cpl. Frederic Schiess, NNC: I belong to Natal Mounted Police. Pvt. William Jones: Is that true then? He's a peeler, 716. Come to arrest the Zulus.
Reverend Otto Witt: He breaketh the bow and snappeth the spear in sunder! Color Sgt. Bourne: I shall be exalted among the 'eathens... I shall be exalted in the Earth.
Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Well done, Adendorff, we'll make an Englishman of you yet! Adendorff: No, thanks. I'm a Boer. The Zulus are the enemies of my blood. What are you doing here? Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: You don't object to our help, I hope? Adendorff: It all depends on what you damned English want for it afterwards.
Colour Sergeant Bourne: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. The Lord of Hosts is with us. Cpl. William Allen: I hope so. As I live and die, I hope so.
Cpl. Frederic Schiess, NNC: A Zulu regiment can run, *run*, 15 miles and fight a battle at the end of it. Pvt. William Jones: Well, there's daft, it is then. I don't see no sense in running to fight a battle.
Lieutenant John Chard: You're the professional. Take command. Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Now listen, old boy, you're not badly hurt. We need you! We need you! Understand?
Margareta Witt: Why do they carry those little daggers, Father? Reverend Otto Witt: It is a symbol of their chastity.
Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Do you know my father was at Waterloo? Lieutenant John Chard: He was? Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: He got his colonelcy after that. Lieutenant John Chard: Did he? Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: And my great-grandfather, he was the jonny who knelt beside Wolfe at Quebec. Lieutenant John Chard: Did they make him a colonel too? Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: No, you don't see what I'm driving at. Lieutenant John Chard: You're telling me that I'm the amateur and you're the professional. Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: No, what I mean is, I wish right now I were a damned ranker. Like Hook, or Hitch. Lieutenant John Chard: You're not, are you? You're an officer and a gentleman.
Surgeon Maj. Reynolds: You know this boy? Orderly: Name is Cole, sir. He's a paper hanger. Surgeon Maj. Reynolds: Well, he's a dead paper hanger now.
Cpl. William Allen: Heave! Put a bit more weight on that rope, you men! Pvt. John Williams: He's even got a voice like a corporal! Pvt. Fred Hitch: Yeah, sort of like a female hippopotamus in labor.
Colour Sergeant Bourne: All right, nobody told you to stop working.
Colour Sergeant Bourne: The sentries report Zulus to the southwest. Thousands of them.
