The Patriot2000

Lieutenant General Cornwallis:
Colonel Tavington, why, after six weeks, am I still here in Middleton Place, attending a ball in South Carolina, when I should be attending balls in North Carolina? First, the theft of my personal baggage, including my memoirs, on which I've spent countless hours; then half the bridges and ferries between here and Charles Town burned. Colonel, if you can't protect our supply lines against militia, how do you intend doing so against the colonial regulars, or the French when they arrive?

Colonel William Tavington:
My lord, they won't fight like regulars. We can't find them.

Lieutenant General Cornwallis:
Colonel, they're militia! They're farmers with pitchforks!

Colonel William Tavington:
They're rather more than that, I'm afraid, my lord. Made so by their commander, this "Ghost".

Lieutenant General Cornwallis:
Ghost, ghost, ghost... you created this "Ghost", Colonel.

Colonel William Tavington:
My lord?

Lieutenant General Cornwallis:
Your brutality has swelled his ranks, without which this "Ghost" would have disappeared, and I would be in North Carolina or Virginia by now!

Colonel William Tavington:
In my defense, my lord...

Lieutenant General Cornwallis:
Oh, enough, enough! [contemptuously] Fine soldier you are, bested by a bedtime story.