The Charge of the Light Brigade
1968
Lord Raglan: Young ladies should concern themselves with what is pretty. England is pretty... babies are pretty... some table linen can be very pretty...
Lord Cardigan: Paymaster? Paymaster Duberley? That ain't a rank, it's a trade!
Lord Raglan: It will be a sad day for England when her armies are officered by men who know too well what they are doing- it smacks of murder.
Mogg: (when a young officer faints at the sight of a man being flogged) : Always one of your younger type of hofficer fetches up or flops over. They fades away like Lily at bedtime.
Mogg: (observing a flogging) : They won't fight unless they're flogged to it. Would you 'ave them fight for money? That would be hun-Christian.
Lord Cardigan: (during the Battle of the Alma) Lucan, you're a stewstick. Lord Lucan aka George Charles Bingham: Fetch off! Lord Cardigan: Poltroon. Lord Lucan aka George Charles Bingham: Bumbrell! Lord Cardigan: Why don't you draw your horse from round your ears? Bring your head out of his arse.
Lord Cardigan: (returning from the charge) Has anybody seen my regiment?
Lord Cardigan: (looking at a row of tents) If that line's straight, I'm a Turk's arse.
Lord Cardigan: You were born dishonoured and a lie, and you will die in lies!
Lord Cardigan: Well, here goes the last of the Brudenells. The Brigade will advance ! Trumpeter, walk march !
Lord Cardigan: I shall have you arrested. You *are* arrested. Go to your quarters, sir, and be arrested!
Lord Cardigan: (about to jump on Mrs Duberly) It is by no means a bad thing when getting onto a strange horse for the first time to give the middle of the saddle three or four bangs with the flat of your hand!