Sharpe's Peril

Marie-Angelique Bonnet:
[First lines] You, soldier. Dance with me.

Richard Sharpe:
I do not dance.

Marie-Angelique Bonnet:
Do not, sir? Or cannot?

Richard Sharpe:
Will not.

Patrick Harper:
[watches Sharpe get slapped by a noblewoman] Still have your way with the ladies, then?

Richard Sharpe:
If it's gratitude you're after, you've joined the wrong army.

Richard Sharpe:
I am no longer in the service of His Majesty. My business in India concluded I am for Calcutta to England.

Viscount Sedgefield:
I cannot persuade you? Well perhaps then, you might at least be prevailed upon to perform one last duty? In which case I assure you there is no trouble to yourself.

Richard Sharpe:
Aye. If I can.

Richard Sharpe:
[Preparing to bleed a horse] Keep the bugger still, Pat!

Wormwood:
[Glances down] That's elephant sh*t. [Sharpe steps around it in surprise]

Marie-Angelique Bonnet:
You mean to leave me here? In the company of common soldiers!

Richard Sharpe:
Good practice, I'd have thought. You're set to marry one aren't you?

Marie-Angelique Bonnet:
Major Joubert is a gentleman.

Richard Sharpe:
Aye, well God help him.

Richard Sharpe:
Sooner an honest murderer, than a man should steal from his mates.

Subedar Pillai:
I would rest easier that we had a professional soldier with us.

Marie-Angelique Bonnet:
At least I won't be kept awake by your snoring.

Richard Sharpe:
I don't snore.

Marie-Angelique Bonnet:
Like a cart horse!

Patrick Harper:
[about Sharpe] When your back's against the wall, he's the one man you want beside you.

Ensign Percival Beauciere:
It was my father that captured Jourdan's staff!

Richard Sharpe:
Where the hell do you think you're about?

Marie-Angelique Bonnet:
I wanted to ride.

Richard Sharpe:
I can see that!

Richard Sharpe:
For once in your life do as you're damn well told!

Major Tredinnick:
Colonel! What's this man's father to you?

Richard Sharpe:
He killed my wife! He killed her, and left our daughter motherless!

Marie-Angelique Bonnet:
You are rude and ignorant and an uncouth brute!

Richard Sharpe:
And you, madam, are a spoiled, willful, petulant, and selfish young fool!

Richard Sharpe:
[Wants to kill Hakeswill's son] Stand aside Pat.

Patrick Harper:
Can't let you do it.

Richard Sharpe:
Stand aside, damn you!

Patrick Harper:
You'll have to put me down first.

Marie-Angelique Bonnet:
Having been the daughter to a soldier, I care little for the profession.

Sir Henry Simmerson:
[Raving mad] We must save the harvest!

Patrick Harper:
[Trying to pass his stone] Come on, flow like the Liffey!

Richard Sharpe:
Just when it seemed to be going so well...

Wormwood:
It's him or us, boys. Him or us.

Richard Sharpe:
I was raised up from the ranks, Wormwood. You know what that means?

Wormwood:
It means you done a feat, sir. Usually.

Richard Sharpe:
It also means I know every dirty soldier's trick in the book.

Sir Henry Simmerson:
I gave the task to my second-in-command. First mistake.

Richard Sharpe:
These people were farmers, Pat. No threat to anyone. Where's the profit in it?