Zulu

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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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: 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? [Adendorff begins to walk away] 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.

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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.

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