Teresa: We have two ears, but only one mouth; so a good leader will listen twice as much as he shouts.
Patrick Harper: Now there's a woman worth fighting dirty for, sir.
Man in Black: You say you are an Irishman. Why should you be loyal to the British dogs, who want to take you to Lisbon to shoot you?
Patrick Harper: Jesus, you took the words right out of my mouth.
Man in Black: I can help you. Give me the box?
Patrick Harper: And if I do?
Man in Black: You will be rich.
Patrick Harper: And if I don't?
Man in Black: You will be dead.
Patrick Harper: Hmm... well, you're having the best of the argument so far.
Patrick Harper: We don't want to go south, sir.
Richard Sharpe: And what the hell do I care what you and the lads want, eh? You think the British Army's a bloody dem.... dem...
Harris: Democracy, sir. Comes from the Greek word "demos" and means "rule by-"
Richard Sharpe: Shut up, Harris!
Richard Sharpe: You volunteer for this lot, Cooper?
Cooper: Erm, not exactly, sir. I was 'invited' to join, by a magistrate.
Patrick Harper: Sweet is the silent mouth, Cooper.
Cooper: Didn't say a word, did I?
General Sir Arthur Wellesley: What's your name?
Richard Sharpe: Sharpe, Sgt 2nd Battalion 95th Rifles, sir.
General Sir Arthur Wellesley: I'm much obliged to ya. You did me a damn good turn. Now, I'm gonna do you a damn bad one. I'm giving you a field commission, Sharpe. From this moment on you're a Lt. in the 95th. Major Hogan meet Mr. Sharpe.
Major Hogan: Chosen men Sharpe. They may look like a band of gypsies but they're the finest marksmen in King George's army.
Richard Sharpe: Name. Rank.
Patrick Harper: Patrick Michael Harper. Chosen Man, sir.
Richard Sharpe: You Chosen Man? Show me. What's this? Liquor? Liquor displeases the Lord. Give it here, officer, I can destroy it.
Cooper: Oh blarmy, a bloody Methodist.