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 - or ideas? 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!复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
