Sharpe's Mission (1996 TV Movie)
Wellington: I'd be obliged if you'd show that fellow Shellington around the camp. I can't spare another officer.
Sharpe: Yes sir.
Wellington: Oh, and Sharpe, you better brace yourself. He's a poet.
Sharpe: Poet, sir? My wife will be delighted.
Wellington: Really? Personally I'd rather call for the surgeon and have him cut off my goddamn foot with a saw.
[Shellington has passed out from seeing the dead bodies]
Ross: What are we going to do with him, Sharpe?
Sharpe: Send him home, sir.
Ross: Home? He'll need an escort.
Sharpe: Send two of Brand's men back with him. They know the terrain. Gives us a perfect excuse for bringing Brand back.
Ross: What if he doesn't want to go back to Wellington's camp?
Sharpe: Oh, he'll want to, sir.
Shellington: [coming around] Where am I?
Sharpe: [to Ross] Might even try to seduce my wife.
Jane: Why would you follow him to the death?
Harris: Loyalty! We're loyal to him and he's loyal to us. In life and in death. We trust him with our lives and he trusts us with his life.
Jane: And with his wife. He trusts you with his wife.
[Harris is confined to camp pending a murder inquiry]
Sharpe: Harris, until this matter is resolved, you're my responsibility. Now while I'm on this mission, you will act as manservant to my wife.
Harris: You're letting a suspected murderer look after your wife, sir?
Sharpe: Harris, I am posting you to my household as I would post you to a position on a battlefield.
Harris: [saluting and smiling] Yes, sir!
[Brand is found guilty of six murders. After being goaded by Brand, Sharpe hits him in the chest and he falls back into a deep well to his death]
Ross: Did you see that, Harper?
Harper: Who me, sir? No, I saw nothing, sir.
Ross: Did you see what happened to Col. Brand?
Harper: Oh, he's a funny fish, sir. I just saw him jump head-long into the wishing well. Why do you think he'd want to do something like that, sir?
Ross: Thank you, Harper.
Daniel Hagman: Brings back fond memories, eh, sir? Beg your pardon, sir.
Sharpe: That's alright. Just keep an eye out on 'em. I don't know who's about.
Daniel Hagman: Don't you worry sir. Me and the lass; we'll look out for him.
Ramona: Look at him; Patrick Harper, my husband. Making a fool of himself, over a gypsy girl! You know what I'd like to do to her?
Ross: From what I hear, sometimes he is outside the law.
Sharpe: Maybe he uses rough methods, but he gets results. So do you.
Ross: Maybe I do, but I don't take pleasure in it.
Sharpe: You're a damn liar.
Harper: Chosen Men are men of honour! Men who fight any enemy to the death, but still bury them!
Jane: I hate the bugle because I hate the army. Because I hate the war.
Sharpe: We all hate the war.
Jane: No you don't you love it!
Sharpe: I'm a soldier.
Jane: What will you do when you get home, Richard? You'll still be a soldier, but there won't be a war. And if there's no war then you won't be happy. What will you do all day?
Sharpe: Well, what every officer does. What every husband does. Whatever that is...
Jane: I'll tell you what they do, Richard. They ride, they hunt, they gamble, they play cards, they look after their gardens, their dogs, their libraries. They wine and dine and make polite conversation. They cut a figure in society.
Jane: That's me. The silly fly drawn to the candle light. I nearly got my wings burned, didn't I Harris?
Harris: I don't think so. He wasn't that hot.
Sharpe: [he sees from his window that Pat is flirting with a young lady] Pat! What are you doing?
Harper: Just carrying out orders, sir. Nosey told us to fraternize with the local population.
Sharpe: Well in the future, when you fraternize with the local women, make sure they're women over forty!
Sharpe: Sorry about keeping you from the rest of the camp. But I have my reasons.
Pyecroft: No need to apologize, Sharpe. I'm used to being on my own.
Sharpe: [reveals that he brought along Pyecroft's beloved as a stowaway, to Pyecroft's surprise] Well you won't be on your own tonight.
Pyecroft: ...thank you Sharpe.
Cresson: Don't forget I made you what you are. And I can destroy you.