Sharpe's Enemy

Sarah:
Don't worry. I'm married to a French colonel. We fell in love before this war began. He's a brave man and he'll come for me soon, I know he will.

Isabella:
I'm married to an English colonel. He's a coward, and he won't come at all.

Richard Sharpe:
No wonder Harris reads Voltaire. Listen: Dieu ne pas pour le gros battalions, mais pour sequi teront le meilleur.

Teresa:
God is not on the side of the big battalions, but of the best shots.

Richard Sharpe:
Not bad for a Frog, eh?

Wellington:
Discipline is only a rabble-rouser's shout from anarchy!

Isabella:
Voltaire says, I have no morals, yet I am a very moral person. And that's how I think I am.

Richard Sharpe:
That's how I think you are, too.

Nairn:
You see that colonel, Sharpe? That colonel came here to make you a major. Would you believe that?

Richard Sharpe:
No, sir.

Nairn:
Right hand up to God, Sharpe.

Richard Sharpe:
That's your left hand, sir.

Richard Sharpe:
What are you smiling at, Fredrickson?

Frederickson:
I'm not smiling, sir. A musket ball broke my jaw. I have false teeth. The sawbone stuck on the smile for free, sir. He also stuck on my hair. Hair belongs to a horse, sir.

Pot Au Fe:
My friends, let us not fight! Let us eat!

Teresa:
You never stopped me from doing what I had to do. That's why I loved you so much.

Teresa:
Harper, I have half a bottle of the best Irish whisky from the Irish priests at Salamanca.

Richard Sharpe:
You speak a word and you're dead, Harper.

Patrick Harper:
I'll be dead, but, sir, I'll be drunk.

Harris:
I'll trade you a Voltaire, and a filthy book by the Marquis De Sade, for your Sir Augustus, sir.

Ducos:
Come, Colonel. We've wasted enough time in Adrados. It was a fool's errand in the first place.

Richard Sharpe:
Fool's errand? That man's wife is held hostage, sir! What is he to do?

Ducos:
Find another.