La Marquesa:
It's bloody freezing!

Patrick Harper:
Must be the weather, maam.

Wellington:
Damn it, Stokeley, it's an execution, not a bloody christening.

La Marquesa:
I married him at Napoleon's request. I can't enjoy having him grunt all over me while I stole information for people like you.

La Marquesa:
But then you've never had sex.

Richard Sharpe:
Well, he can take lessons in Spain from me.

La Marquesa:
Good bye, Raoul. Come soon! (she leaves in a coach) But then again you always do.

Wellington:
If Sharpe is found not guilty the Spanish will never believe us or trust us again. They want justice.

Nairn:
I think they should get it, sir... whatever the verdict.

Major Vaughan:
Major Sharpe, a gentleman you may not be but you will behave as one in this court! Do I make myself clear?

Father Hacha:
Your husband is dead, Marquesa.

La Marquesa:
I find it hard to tell the difference.

Patrick Harper:
It was damn murder, sir.

Patrick Harper:
Can I ask you where we're going, sir?

Nairn:
Over the hills, sergeant, and far away.

Patrick Harper:
Right. Which hills and how far?

Nairn:
So you believe in ghosts, do you sergeant?

Patrick Harper:
I believe in God the Father, God the Son and the sidhe ridin' the wind.

Mother Superior:
I hope you are well.

La Marquesa:
I hope you're in excruciating pain.

Mother Superior:
Father Hacha has told me of your deep desire to repent.

La Marquesa:
I haven't sinned enough yet.

Mother Superior:
Stop!

La Marquesa:
Too late, sister. I'm off to commit adultery. Lots of it.

La Marquesa:
You saved my life.

Richard Sharpe:
You tried to end mine.

La Marquesa:
I've never met you.

Richard Sharpe:
Well, do you hear that, Pat? She's never met me.

Patrick Harper:
You're bleeding, sir. Don't move.

Richard Sharpe:
What about my shameful suggestions?

La Marquesa:
What?

Richard Sharpe:
Oh, she's denying me now, Pat. After all we've been through.

Patrick Harper:
I hear her, sir.

Richard Sharpe:
You think she'd remember the man who got down on his knees, drunk mind you, and crawled on her floor begging Her Ladyship to sleep with her. Bugger!

Patrick Harper:
I'd remember it.

Richard Sharpe:
Aye! So would I. The man lost his honour because of the lady's lies. Stripped of his rank... hung on a rope.

La Marquesa:
Who are you?

Richard Sharpe:
You know who I am. My name is Sharpe.

Sharpe:
Drunk again, Harper?

Harper:
Oh, me too, sir.

El Matarife:
You must count the ways of your death.

Sharpe:
The dead don't count, El Matarife.

Sharpe:
Bloody French on one side, partisans on the other... and we're stuck here with the woman who had me hung.

Harper:
God does work in mysterious ways.