Norman RossingtonQuotes

TSM Corbett: [voiceover; [w:Articles of War|Articles of War] This is all according to the ]. I was drunk at my post. It is not my place to criticise. But it will have a grave effect on the non-commissioned officers, for it will show there is a slender thread. One slip, and a man is deprived of what has taken years of steady effort to obtain.

Lord Cardigan: Sarn't Major.

TSM Corbett: Sir.

Cardigan: I want a report, a report of any conversation Captain Nolan has with other officers. You are to take note of whatever he might say and bring the information to me.

TSM Corbett: [unable to believe what he has been told] I shall spy, my lord?

Cardigan: You shall.

TSM Corbett: [[w:Beer|pongelow; resolutely] My lord-- My lord, to be asked to take up the spy-- I am much distressed to be asked such a thing, my lord. After twenty years of coming up from private trooper...keeping off the ]...not a drop since corporal. I shall inform Captain Nolan. I-- I can hardly do other.

Cardigan: [impassive] Sarn't Major, it is better that you take a ball and put it in your own brain. You are finished, now, as if you had not ever been made. What a waste.

Riding-master Mogg: What is the condition of them?

TSM Corbett: They're all wobbly-boned. Recruits in England are mostly wobbly and ill-formed.

Mogg: Ah, but there is no such thing as a wobbly hofficer. What you sergeants will never seem to understand is the state of responsibility that an hofficer is in. They worry. They ardly never wobble.

TSM Corbett: [[w:Battle of Culloden|Culloden; [w:Battle of Salamanca|Salamanca; [w:Battle of Waterloo|Waterloo; [w:Prince Albert|Prince Albert; drinks, or pretends to drink, from a large tankard.; Laughs heartily, sees Mitchell] ]. Flanders. ]. ]. Ah! And escort to ] on the occasion of his wedding, after which he called us His Own. God bless him! Our dress is bright and warm. Out mounts is mastered and mannered, gentle in ride...calm in battle, and our officers just whisper, they being of the opinion, like to myself, that more can be done glorious by leading from the front than can ever be brought off by prods up the arse from the rear! Hold your head up, sir! I believe you would look a rare treat in stable dress. Are you respectable?

Mitchell: I've often thought of enlisting.

TSM Corbett: I thought you had, by the fine way you carry yourself.

Metcalfe: [at the amiable stage of intoxication] I'm a bad character, just out of gaol!

TSM Corbett: [All laugh] In that case, you've already served Her Majesty! Lord Cardigan's Cherrybums -- follow me!

Norm: This is a battle of nerves between John and me.

Norm: Are you listening to me, Lennon?

John: [Playing around with a bottle of Coke] You're a swine. Ain't he George?

George: Yeah, a swine.

Norm: [Sees Paul's grandfather] Thanks. Hey!

Beatles: WHO'S THAT LITTLE OLD MAN?

Norm: Well, who is he?

Ringo: He belongs to Paul.

Norm: Oh, well.

Norm: Shake, that that wig off, it suits you.

Shake: [Trying to follow the Beatles into a casino, past a security guard] I'm with them. I'm, uh, Ringo's sister.

TV Director: Get me a bottle of milk and some tranquilizers. I see it all now, it's a plot... a plot...