Napoleon Bonaparte: Cross the river. Tomorrow we will dry our boots in Brussels. Michel Ney: If it's God's willing sire. Napoleon Bonaparte: God? God has nothing to do about it.
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Ludwig XIII: I know you loved this man. Michel Ney: I did, once. But I promise your that I will bring him back to Paris in an iron cage. [exits] Ludwig XIII: They always dramatise, these soldiers. In an iron cage. No one has asked for that.
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Lord Uxbridge: Er-herm. Sir. Duke of Wellington: [waking] Ah, Uxbridge. Lord Uxbridge: As I am second in command and in case anything should happen to you, what are your plans? Duke of Wellington: To beat the French. [goes back to sleep]
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Duke of Wellington: The whole line will advance. Lord Uxbridge: In which direction your grace? Duke of Wellington: Why, straight ahead to be sure.
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Duke of Wellington: Next to a battle lost, the saddest thing is a battle won.
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Napoleon Bonaparte: Never interrupt your enemy while he's making a mistake. That's bad manners.
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Lord Uxbridge: By God, Sir. I've lost my leg. Duke of Wellington: By God, Sir. So you have.
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[the Prussians are preparing to attack] Field Marshal Gebhard von Blucher: Raise high the black flags, my children. No prisoners. No pity. I will shoot any man I see with pity in him.
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[Historical quote] Duke of Wellington: [referring to his army] I don't know what they'll do to the enemy; but, by God, they frighten me.
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[Observing the advance of the Gordon Highlanders] Napoleon Bonaparte: Has Wellington nothing to offer me but these Amazons?
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[before the battle starts, the British troops are singing a mocking song about Napoleon] William De Lancey: Shall I shut them up, Sir? Duke of Wellington: No, no, indulge it . Anything that wastes time is good. Indulge it. Normally I don't like cheering, but there's always a time to cut cards with the Devil.
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Duke of Wellington: I like the cut of your men, Gordon. Lord Gordon: Damn forward fellows with a bayonet, Wellington. Raised 'em from me own acres on a lemon a month. There's some there could call me more than colonel, eh?
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Duke of Wellington: Picton, Ballen's brigade has broken. Kindly fill the gap, if you please. General Sir Thomas Picton: Gordon, take your bastards forward. I'll bring up the rest of the brigade. Lord Gordon: Don't hurry yourself, Pic. My lads will hold them, aye, 'til you come. General Sir Thomas Picton: Get forward, damn your eyes!
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Sir William Ponsonby: The French killed my father, you know. Lord Uxbridge: Really? Sir William Ponsonby: Yes, his horse got caught is a bog and the beast gave up on him. Seven damn lancers had him like a tiger in a pit. Damn bad luck, eh, Uxbridge? Lord Uxbridge: Very bad luck, Ponsonby.
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Sarah: MaMa! Iggy has promised to bring me a cuirrasier's helmet to use as a sewing basket; without blood, of course. Duchess of Richmond: And one for me, young man - with the blood. Sir William Ponsonby: Where do you plan to stick your Frenchman, Hay? Lord Richard Hay: I thought under the right armpit, sir. Sarah: See? He has it all planned. General Sir Thomas Picton: When you meet a cuirrasier beam to beam, you'll be lucky to escape with your life; much less his helmet. Boy, you'll learn the art of fighting from the French.
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[Napoleon is watching the charge of the Scots Greys] Napoleon: Those men on grey horses are terrifying. Marshal Soult: They are the noblest cavalry in Europe; and the worst led. Napoleon: That may be; that may be, but we will match them with our lancers.
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[the French artillery has begun firing on the English positions] Duke of Wellington: Well, that opens the ball.
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Duke of Wellington: They're coming at us in the same old style. General Sir Thomas Picton: Well, then we shall meet them in the same old style.
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[referring to the English troops] Duchess of Richmond: They're the salt of England. Duke of Wellington: Scum. Nothing but gutter trash and scum. Gin is the spirit of their patriotism. Duchess of Richmond: And yet, you expect them to fight for you? Duke of Wellington: Um-hum. Duchess of Richmond: And, die? Duke of Wellington: Um-hum. Duchess of Richmond: I dare say not even Bonaparte would expect that. Duke of Wellington: Oh, Bonaparte's no gentleman. Duchess of Richmond: Why, Arthur! What an Englishman you are. Duke of Wellington: On the battlefield his hat is worth fifty thousand men; but, he is no gentleman.
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Duke of Wellington: [on Napolean's maneuver that split the English and Prussian armies] By God, that man does war honor.
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Michel Ney: Wellington's on the run! We caught him at Chalois! Napoleon Bonaparte: If Wellington is at Chalois, what are you doing here? Michel Ney: But, Sire... Napoleon Bonaparte: If Wellington is at Chalois, what are you doing here? Don't you see, if Wellington is free to choose his ground, everything I've won in this campaign, you have lost! Michel Ney: Where are the reinforcements you promised me? Napoleon Bonaparte: [shouting] Don't you dare criticize me! Go back to Chalois, keep your sword in Wellington's back, stay between him and Blucher and, above all, don't let them consolidate!
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Michel Ney: [watching the advance of troops in the distance] I can't tell if it is Grouchy or Blucher. Napoleon Bonaparte: There's no need for that. It's Blucher, but as far as the army is concerned, those troops are on the moon.
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Napoleon Bonaparte: [learning that the Prussians are attacking] I made one mistake in my life; I should have burned Berlin.
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Mulholland: [the Old Guard is surrounded by British cavalry] Brave Frenchmen! You have done all that the honor of war demands; His Grace, the Duke of Wellington, invites you to save your lives! Will you surrender? Vicomte Pierre Cambronne: MERDE! [Cavalry pulls back exposing ranks of artillery]
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Napoleon Bonaparte: [in pain from the early stages of stomach cancer] My body is dying, but my mind is still good!
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Napoleon Bonaparte: They've declared war on me! Not on France; but on me personally. I'll discuss peace; I'll discuss peace over Wellington's dead body! *That* will be my peace table!
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Napoleon Bonaparte: Le Bedoyere, do you have any children? Le Bedoyere: Yes, sire; one son, very young, hardly as tall as your boot. Napoleon Bonaparte: Would you want him with you here today? Le Bedoyere: Yes, sire. Napoleon Bonaparte: Whatever for? Le Bedoyere: Why, to see you, sire. Napoleon Bonaparte: To see me? I would not want my son with me today, not to 'see me'.
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Napoleon Bonaparte: What will history say of me, Le Bedoyere? Le Bedoyere: History will say that you stretched the limits of glory, sire. Napoleon Bonaparte: 'Stretched the limits of glory'; is that all I have to leave to my son, the 'limits of glory'?
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William De Lancey: Sir! Napoleon has moved against out left! We should move the 92nd down to meet him! Duke of Wellington: What the master seems to do and what he intends are as different as white knight to black bishop. Tell all comanders to remain in place. William De Lancey: But, sir... Duke of Wellington: Do as you are told, sir! I'll not run around like a chicken without a head!
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Napoleon Bonaparte: [On Wellington's refusal to be lured out] This Wellington makes war in a new way. He fights sitting on his ass! Very well, then; we'll move against Picton, then we'll take the measure of this English aristocrat.
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Napoleon Bonaparte: [after the defeat of the Prussians] The field of honor is never a pretty sight. Sixteen thousand Prussian dead; that will be good news to paste on the walls in Paris, eh?
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Gen. August Gneisenau: [to Blucher on Wellington's request to move in the direction of Waterloo] Wellington has been beaten at Chaloix. Sir, I suggest we retreat in the direction of Berlin before we are cut off. Field Marshal Gebhard von Blucher: [Disgusted with Gneisenau] I am seventy-two years old and a proud soldier. This sword is my word of honor! Gen. August Gneisenau: Very well, because I have served you in the past, I will order a retreat in the direction of Namir. But, sir, if Wellington runs for the coast; I fear none of us will ever see Berlin.
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Sir William Ponsonby: Before we go, Uxbridge. [proffering snuff powder] Lord Uxbridge: [snorts] Ha [sneezes] Lord Uxbridge: savage stuff, Ponsonby! Sir William Ponsonby: You don't see its like any more. My father left us a hundredweight, down to the last ounce. An old Jew in Alexandria had the blend. Lord Uxbridge: Blend? [Ponsonby laughs]
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