Teresa:
We have two ears, but only one mouth; so a good leader will listen twice as much as he shouts.

Richard Sharpe:
Gimme a pick-lock, Cooper.

Cooper:
Pick-lock, sir? Catch me with a pick-lock!

Patrick Harper:
They did, Coop. But when you got out of Newgate prison, you got another set, and that's the one the officer wants.

Cooper:
Do I get it back, sir?

Richard Sharpe:
Trust me.

Cooper:
It's very hard to trust a man who wants to borrow your pick-lock, sir.

Teresa:
If you were French, I would take a knife and you would tell me all I wanted to know.

Richard Sharpe:
But we are allies.

Teresa:
Allies? Do allies keep secrets from each other?

Richard Sharpe:
Lovers keep secrets from each other, yet they still make love.

Patrick Harper:
Now there's a woman worth fighting dirty for, sir.

Patrick Harper:
Sweet is the silent mouth, Cooper.

Cooper:
Didn't say a word, did I?

Patrick Harper:
There are two kinds of officers, sir: killin' officers and murderin' officers. Killin' officers are poor old buggers that get you killed by mistake. Murderin' officers are mad, bad, old buggers that get you killed on purpose -- for a country, for a religion, maybe even for a flag. You see that Major Hogan, sir? That's what I call a murderin' officer.

Sharpe:
Well?

Harris:
Harris. From Wheatley in Oxfordshire.

Sharpe:
And previously?

Harris:
A courtier to my lord Bacchus and an unremitting debtor.

Sharpe:
You're a rake and a wastrel, Harris. Is there anything you *can* do?

Harris:
I can read, sir.