The Charge of the Light Brigade poster

The Charge of the Light Brigade Quotes

"Theirs is not to reason why..."

1968 · 2h 19m
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62
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16 quotes
Captain Nolan's Urgent Direction to His Lord
Captain Nolan The wrong way! Veer right! The wrong way! Veer right, my lord, veer right!
[frantically]
Vision of a Professional Army
Captain Nolan One day, there will be an army where troopers need not be forced to fight, by floggings or 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 cared for. An army that is efficient and of a professional feather. I must fight for such and army. That army will bring the first of the modern wars, and the last of the gallop.
[voiceover]
General Airey It does look like war.
Lord Raglan Does it? I do think the French have been asking for it, ever since they had my arm.
Airey But it won't be the French.
Raglan Won't it be the French?
Airey I've got a map, somewhere, of who it ought to be.
Airey Well, it might be the French. It might always be the French.
Raglan I knew it would be.
Conflict Over Command in the Light Brigade
Lord Cardigan I cam to be offered a command, not serve under that fool Lucan! I knew, the moment I saw his biscuit face sopping up wet around the ] he'd be here, starting his wheedling!
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Lord Raglan I am sure that after a little while, Lord Cardigan, you can be persuaded that such an arrangement can be made to work. After all, you will have the Light Brigade. Dash and fire, eh?
General Airey Yes, Cardigan. You'll have the Light Brigade. Dash and fire, it is!
Cardigan Lucan could not make himself fit to command a tent. Command an escort. Not fit to command a troop of knackered tailors on stubbed donkeys!
[slightly mollified]
Lord Cardigan's Unyielding Command and Pride
Lord Cardigan I do not propose to recount my life in any detail, what is what. No damn business of anyone, what is what. I am Lord Cardigan, that is what! Them ], you see em tight, my Cherrybums, I keep em tight. Ten thousand a year out of me own pocket I spend to clothe em. A master cutler sharps their swords, and I keep em tight-stitched, cut to a shadow. Good! If they can't fornicate, they can't fight, and if they don’t fight hard, I'll flog their backs raw, for all their fine looks!
[voiceover; [w:11th Hussars|Cherrybums]
The Dynamics of Cavalry Mess Life
Captain Nolan There is no place happier than a cavalry mess. If one is a stupid, inconsiderate and lazy man, one can fit as a round peg in a snug round hole. At times, I am so pent up with their languour that I could scruff hold of any two of them and bang their noddles together until their doodles drop off!
[voiceover]
Request for Intelligence on Captain Nolan
Lord Cardigan Sarn't Major.
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 I shall spy, my lord?
[unable to believe what he has been told]
Cardigan You shall.
TSM Corbett 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.
[[w:Beer|pongelow; resolutely]
Cardigan 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.
[impassive]
Disagreement Over Beer and Color
Squire de Burgh Couleur de noir.
[noticing, to Cardigan]
Lord Cardigan You are drinking beer, sir, porter beer!
Nolan No, my lord.
Cardigan Yes!
Nolan No.
Cardigan See it!
Nolan No, my lord.
Cardigan Don't you "no" me! That is a black bottle.
Nolan I assure you, my lord--
Cardigan That is a black bottle and you are drinking porter from it!
Captain Featherstonehaugh Champagne only!
[braying]
Russell In point of fact, I asked Captain Nolan if--
Featherstonehaugh You knew that!
Nolan I am not aware--
[rising]
Cardigan I am aware you are drinking porter at my table!
[rising]
Featherstonehaugh Sit down, Captain Nolan!
[rising]
Nolan Sit down, Featherstonehaugh.
[not moving]
Featherstonehaugh What His Lordship said was that champagne only was to be dwunk in the mess tonight. What he said---
Nolan It is not porter, it is Moselle, my lord.
Featherstonehaugh Apologize!
Nolan If I am in error--
[still endeavouring to keep his temper]
Cardigan Error? Don't quibble with me, sir! Beer! I will not have beer drunk in my mess! Come back, Nolan! Nolan, you will not leave the mess! I am not finished with you!!
[Nolan turns abruptly and starts walking out of the room]
Cardigan Dog! Devil upstart! Impertinent Indian dog-devil!
[crimson with rage]
Perceptions of the Russian Enemy's Color
Officer What colour is the Russian enemy?
Riding-master Mogg Sneaky colour.
Paymaster Duberly Gwey. Your Russian is gwey. Which is why he can't be seen. Which is why his pwomotion is slow.
Officer With a little breeding, an Englishman can buy his advancement.
Mogg He and Hi are not hable to buy our advancement, we have to hobtain it by our habilities!
[indicating Duberly]
A Comedic Take on Eccentric Behavior
Lord Cardigan All this swish and tit gets my sniffing nose up! I shall have to fetch it off, tonight, Squire, had me Cherrybums out today, always makes me randified!
[to Squire de Burgh, on observing the ladies]
Debate on Military Discipline and Morality
Riding-master Mogg Always one or two of your young tyro officers brings up or flops over. Fades away like Lily at bedtime!
[to Nolan]
Captain Nolan The time should be forever past when such treatment is inflicted on a British soldier!
Mogg They will not fight unless they are flogged to it. Would you ask that of them? Would you ask that they fight like fiends of Ell for money? Or hideas? That would be hun-Christian!
Confusion and Orders in Military Command
Riding-master Mogg It's like a foreign language to them! They don't know hany direction, back or front. They'll never find their front when there hisn't a black face to it. I halways tells them they'll know their front from the many black nigger faces waving knives at em!
[to Nolan; to Nolan's Indian servant]
Lord Cardigan Are you ], young man?
[noticing Codrington's unusual meal; [w:Constipation|costive]
Codrington I have your orders, my lord, to be here and eat lettuce. I am eating lettuce, I have eaten lettuce.
[holding up a folded note]
Cardigan What is it?
Featherstonehaugh What it tells Cornet Codrington, my lord, is that, as youngest officer, you will expect him to eat as a wabbit does, only lettuce! And it's signed by you, my lord!
[trying not to laugh]
Cardigan Green boy! Such a green boy! You have been drawn! Not my order you should eat lettuce, though perhaps it will put sap in your pizzle!
[hugely enjoying the prank]
Consequences of Mistakes in Military Duty
TSM Corbett 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.
[voiceover; [w:Articles of War|Articles of War]
A Discussion on Honor and Service
TSM Corbett ]. 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?
[[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]
Mitchell I've often thought of enlisting.
TSM Corbett I thought you had, by the fine way you carry yourself.
Metcalfe I'm a bad character, just out of gaol!
[at the amiable stage of intoxication]
TSM Corbett In that case, you've already served Her Majesty! Lord Cardigan's Cherrybums -- follow me!
[All laugh]
The Burden of Officer Responsibility
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.
A Call to Arms in Battle
Lord Cardigan Colonel Douglas, I shall expect your very best support!
[calling out]
Colonel Douglas You shall have it, my lord!
Lord Cardigan Mind, Douglas, your best support! Draw...swords!.
Lord Cardigan Well, here goes the last of the Brudenells. The Brigade will advance! Trumpeter, walk...march!
[to himself; Aloud]
The Stakes of War and National Honor
Lord Raglan War. This is war, gentlemen. Our passage to India is threatened, I should think, wouldn't you? The honour, the reputation, the glory of England is threatened, and the Queen's Majesty is sure to be threatened, she is. Poor brave weak little, sick little Turkey--
General Airey ].
[sententiously; [w:The Sick Man of Europe|The Sick Man of Europe]
Raglan Yes, though I prefer to consider her as a young woman, hands up, fluttered, defenceless-- if she should fall to the ], eh? If the Turks go down like cards, flip-flop, then next, up our own ], and our own Queen will come the Russians! Ships and guns to rip our country into shame!
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