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!