Zulu (1964) - Quotes

Taglines: These are the days and nights of fury and honor and courage and cowardice that an entire century of empire-making and film-making can never surpass!

Taglines: The epic story of courage, honour and pride.

Taglines: The supreme spectacle that had to come thundering out of the most thrilling continent!

Taglines: Dwarfing The Mightiest! Towering Over The Greatest!

Adendorff: Damn you... God damn you!

Lt. Chard: Adendorff, what are they doing? Answer me!

Adendorff: Haven't you had enough? Both of you?! Can't you see your damned egos don't matter anymore? We're dead.

Lt. Bromhead: [shouting at Zulus] Well, what are you waiting for? Come on! Come on!

Bromhead: Those bastards! They're taunting us!

Adendorff: [Realizing what the Zulus are really doing, he begins to laugh] No, you couldn't be more wrong! They're saluting you. They're saluting fellow braves!

Colour Sgt. Bourne: Sir, sentries report the Zulus have gone. All of them! It's a miracle.

Lt. Chard: If it's a miracle, Colour Sergeant, it's a short chamber Boxer-Henry point-four-five caliber miracle.

Sgt. Bourne: And a bayonet, sir, with some guts behind it.

Lt. Chard: Thank you, for what you said.

Lt. Bromhead: Hm? Oh, you mean about our needing you? Don't bother, old boy, it's true.

Lt. Chard: Who was left in here?

Lt. Bromhead: I don't know.

Lt. Chard: They had names, they had faces, they were our men. What do you mean you don't know?

Lt. Bromhead: Chard!

Lt. Chard: All right. Well, you've fought your first action.

Lt. Bromhead: Does everyone feel like this afterward?

Lt. Chard: How do you feel?

Lt. Bromhead: I feel... sick.

Lt. Chard: Well, you have to be alive to feel sick.

Lt. Bromhead: You asked me, I told you. There's... something else. I feel ashamed. Was that how it was for you? The first time?

Lt. Chard: The first time? You think I could stand this butcher's yard more than once?

Lt. Bromhead: I didn't know.

Lt. Chard: I told you. I came up here to build a bridge.

Lt. Chard: Keep driving with the sun at your back. Should make it safely.

Mr. Witt: Sergeant!

Margareta Witt: Father!

Mr. Witt: Leave me alone!

Lt. Chard: Try to understand him, Miss Witt.

Mr. Witt: [Chard whips one of the horses. They start, pulling the Witts and their carriage away.] Death awaits you! You have made a covenant with death and with Hell you are in agreement! You're all going to die! Don't you realize? Can't you see? You're all going to die! DIE! Death awaits you all! Die! Die!

Private Cole: He's right. Why is it us? Why us?

Colour Sgt. Bourne: Because we're here, lad. Nobody else. Just us.

Lt. Chard: Colour Sergeant.

Colour Sgt. Bourne: Right. Now, get back to your posts! On the double!

Maxfield: Pick up the rifle, Hook. And get to it! I'll make a soldier of you yet.

Hook: And what for? Did I ever see a Zulu walk down the City Road? No! So what am I doing here?

Maxfield: You're here because you were a liar, a coward, and a thief. Now you can be a soldier- like what they pay you for.

Bourne: They'll know my voice when they hear it, sir.

Witt: Let them hear it now, in praise of the Lord. Call upon Him - call upon Him, man, for your salvation!

Bourne: Well, as far as I can remember, sir, it goes something like this: "He maketh wars to cease in all the world. He breaketh the bow and snappeth the spear in sunder." Do you know it, sir?

Witt: I shall be exalted among the heathen, I shall be exalted in the earth. The Lord of Hosts is with us.

Bourne: [to troops in work detail] That's it, sir. All right, nobody told you to stop working! You lead back-sided-- get sweatin'!

Reynolds: You've got a fine handsome boil, my friend. There's one glistening boil for every soldier in Africa. You may not win any medals on this campaign, but you'll certainly get more boils. For every gunshot wound I probe, I expect to lance three boils.

Hook: Uh, a spot of medicinal brandy would set me up, sir.

Reynolds: Brandy's for heroes, Mr. Hook. The rest of you will make do with boils in your skin, flies in your meat, and dysentery in your bellies. Now - this will hurt you a lot more than it will me, I'm happy to say.

Lt. Bromhead: The entire column? It's damned impossible! Eight hundred men?

Adendorff: Twelve hundred men. There were four hundred native levies, also.

Bromhead: Damn the levies, man, more cowardly blacks!

Adendorff: [''Adendorff begins to walk away''] What the hell do you mean, "cowardly blacks"? They died on your side, didn't they? And who the hell do you think is coming to wipe out your little command? The Grenadier Guards?

Lt. Chard: Adendorff, are you staying?

Adendorff: Is there anywhere else to go?

Lt. Chard: Talk to our levies, will you? Tell them whose side they're on.

Lt. Chard: The Army doesn't like more than one defeat in a day.

Lt. Bromhead: Looks bad in the newspapers and upsets civilians at their breakfast.

Sgt. Robert Maxfield: You're no good to anyone, except the Queen and Sergeant Maxfield!

Pvt. Henry Hook: Well thank you very much, the both of you!

Cpl. William Allen: Heave! Put a bit more weight on that rope, you men!

Pvt. John Williams: He's even got a voice like a corporal!

Pvt. Fred Hitch: Yeah, sort of like a female hippopotamus in labor.

Mr. Witt: Oh, Lord in heaven...

Margareta Witt: What is it, father?

Mr. Witt: A thousand British soldiers have been massacred. While I stood here talking peace, a war has started.

Private Henry Hook: What do you think? It's Mr. Flamin Bromhead shooting flamin defenseless animals for the flamin officers flamin dinner.

Colour Sergeant Bourne: Right- nobody told you to stop workin'.

Colour Sergeant Bourne: A prayer's as good as a bayonet on a day like this.

Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Volley by ranks! First rank, FIRE! Second rank, FIRE! Third rank, FIRE!

Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: At one hundred yards, volley fire present! Aim! FIRE!

Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: [''At an extreme peak in the battle, Lieutenant Chard starts to buckle under the pressure and becomes unresponsive''] Stay in the fight, man! We need you, damn it! We need you!

Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: [''Upon being told the rifles the Zulu are firing were taken from British soldiers''] Well, that's a bitter pill, our own damn rifles!

Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Still, a chap ought to look smart in front of the men, don't you think?