Gunga Din

Colonel Weed:
Though I've belted you and flayed you / By the living God that made you / You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din.

Sgt. 'Mac' MacChesney:
Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Cutter, you ain't leaving this village without my permission. Give me that bottle.

Sgt. Archibald Cutter:
MacChesney, I've been a soldier for fourteen years. I know my duties as well as you do. But you're not talking to a soldier now, you're talking to an expedition. I'm an expedition!

Sgt. Archibald Cutter:
Eight feet away from where I'm sitting, right here, there's enough gold to make me sole owner and proprietor of a pub as big as the Crystal Palace. Best pub in Hampshire.

Sgt. Archibald Cutter:
You're mad!

Guru:
Mad? Mad. Hannibal was mad, Caesar was mad, and Napoleon surely was the maddest of the lot. Ever since time began, they've called mad all the great soldiers in this world. Mad? We shall see what wisdom lies within my madness. For this is but the spring that precedes the flood. From here we roll on. From village to town. From town to mighty city. Ever mounting, ever widening, until at last my wave engulfs all India!

Sgt. Archibald Cutter:
Now you're all under arrest. Her Majesty's very touchy about having her subjects strangled.

Guru:
You seem to think warfare an English invention. Have you never heard of Chandragupta Maurya? He slaughtered all the armies left in India by Alexander the Great. India was a mighty nation then while Englishmen still dwelt in caves and painted themselves blue.

Sgt. Archibald Cutter:
How can we get a nice little war going?

Gunga Din:
The salute satisfactory?

Sgt. Archibald Cutter:
That's the idea. Only... you want these fingers to fan the eyebrows more like this.

Sgt. Archibald Cutter:
The fleece from them fingers oughta almost blow these eyebrows off. Now try it again.

Sgt. Archibald Cutter:
Very good. Very good indeed. Eh... That one almost blew your turban off, didn't it?

Sgt. 'Mac' MacChesney:
You ain't so stupid as you look.

Sgt. 'Mac' MacChesney:
It just goes to show you what a piece of dry goods will do.

Sgt. Archibald Cutter:
Now get me some tools. Something to rip these blinking bars out.

Gunga Din:
Already bring all tools could find. Is this satisfactory, sire?

Sgt. Archibald Cutter:
Look... What do you think I want to break out of - a bloomin' pudding?! Now go on, get something big.

Sgt. Archibald Cutter:
What are you doing, Din?

Gunga Din:
The large tool you asked for, sire.

Sgt. 'Mac' MacChesney:
What do you mean "elephants"? This ain't elephants. This is Annie. My Annie.

Din :
Who is slave ? I am soldier too please !!

Guru :
Kill for the love of Kali ! Kill ! Kill ! Kill !

Col. Wed :
And here's a man whom the regiment will

always be proud. He wasn't really a soldier but I am going to appoint him a corporal in this regiment to be listed among our honored dead. Let me have that script

Mr Kipling......

Mc Chesney to Cutter tied up. ' I suppose you think you're a hero ? Cutter:
Yes I do. Mac; Oh don't make

me laugh !!!!

Adding to the quote from the Colonel over the body of Gunga Din....reading from the Kipling script..

" Though I've belted you and Flayed you, by the living God, you re' a better man than I am....Gunga Din....