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:
Bum-roll!
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!
Capt. Louis Edward Nolan:
One day there will be an army where troopers will not be force to fight by floggings and hard reins. An army, a Christian army that fights because it is paid well to fight. And fights well because its women and children are well cared for. An army that is efficient and of a professional feather. I must fight for such an army... That army will bring the first of the modern wars, and the last of the gallop.
Lord Cardigan:
[
of his soldiers] If they can't fornicate they can't fight, and if they can't fight I'll have them flogged.
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