The Hill

Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson:
Then there's the Commandant. The Commandant signs bits of paper. He'd sign his own death warrant if I gave it to him.

Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson:
New scum and old scum are bad mixes.

Trooper Joe Roberts:
We're all doing time. Even the screws.

Trooper Joe Roberts:
So what's the charge? Failing to obey an order? Or, drunk in charge of a cigarette lighter? Oh, you crazy bastard! You'd prop up dead men and inspect them if you was ordered to!

Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson:
Right! You're RIGHT!

Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson:
I'm running this place! Me! I'll say what goes and what don't go!

Sergeant Charlie Harris:
You ain't running this place, Bert, WILLIAMS is! Look at him! He took over days ago! You STILL haven't caught on!

Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson:
Nobody's gonna put a medal on us. But get this straight - one job's as important as the next.

Monty Bartlett:
You've got it downstaris, mate, but we've got it upstairs. Live up trees, you blokes do. I seen a film about his tribe once. It was called 'Tarazn and the Ape Man.' When Charlie Blogs found you lot, you was walking around starkers, living on monkey nuts.

Jacko King:
So this is a member of the great white race. And there's plenty more like Monty. We just call them "white trash."

Jock McGrath:
Now look, I don't go for that expression "white trash."

Jacko King:
What's Staff Williams?

Jock McGrath:
Belt up! I don't want to hear about Williams.

Jacko King:
That, I can believe.

[Sgt. Wilson plans to cover-up the death of a prisoner]

SSgt. Williams:
Thank you, Bert. You said you backed your staff.

Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson:
We're not celebrating our glorious victory, Williams. We're patching up a bloody disaster.

[Jacko has defiantly ripped off his uniform]

Sergeant Charlie Harris:
You're going into the Commandant's office dressed like this, lad?

Jacko King:
Unless you've got a top-hat, and a bone to put through me nose. That's the way you white folks think we done dress at home.

[Sgt. Wilson has tampered with a prisoner's death certificate]

Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson:
Accidental death. But if there's another accidental death and you're in any way connected to it, staff...

[turns Williams' shot glass upside down]

Regimental Sergeant Major Bert Wilson:
I AM the Q Ar Ohs!

M.O.:
Any serious illnesses?

Trooper Joe Roberts:
Do you mean recently, sir?

M.O.:
Anytime.

Trooper Joe Roberts:
Smoker's cough.

M.O.:
Drop your trousers. [after giving him a visual examination] Anything else?

Trooper Joe Roberts:
Like what?

M.O.:
Any recent incapacities?

Trooper Joe Roberts:
Well, I wouldn't brag about it if I had, sir.

M.O.:
Roberts, in this place it pays to give a straight answer to a simple question. Try learning that golden rule. Turn around. [Roberts complies] Right. Get dressed.

Trooper Joe Roberts:
Then I'm fit, sir?

M.O.:
Yes.

Trooper Joe Roberts:
Where are you sending me? To a stud farm?

M.O.:
Roberts, I give you one week. Just one week. Now get out!

SSgt. Williams:
[tauntingly] One of those shy lads, are you, Stevens?... Well?

George Stevens:
Well...

SSgt. Williams:
[raising his voice] Well?

George Stevens:
[somewhat bewildered and disoriented] I was...

SSgt. Williams:
[deliberately trying to intimidate] You what? One of those cads who can't make up his mind whether he's a boy or a girl?

George Stevens:
I'm married, sir.

SSgt. Williams:
Are you now? And who is who in your little partnership?

George Stevens:
We don't have to be treated like that, do we?

[he begins to turn to face Williams]

George Stevens:
I mean...

SSgt. Williams:
[screaming] Eyes front!

George Stevens:
[he turns back around] We're not animals.

SSgt. Williams:
Haven't made up my mind whether you're fish or fowl, Stevens.

SSgt. Williams:
Don't talk back, you different-coloured bastard!

Jock McGrath:
You're a clever bag of tricks, you are, Roberts. Not inside glasshouse half an hour and you use your bloody influence to get us a ride on the hill. Oh I bet, there's one Saturday night booze up your father's always regretted.

Trooper Joe Roberts:
We're all doing time -- even the screws...