Major Mungo Munro:
[he has just finished a bagpipe solo]
Which would you prefer me to do, Sharpe? Play Beallagh na Bruga, that's the Munro march... or send you on a dangerous mission?
Richard Sharpe:
Dangerous mission, sir.
Major Mungo Munro:
Who's winning the war, Sharpe?
Richard Sharpe:
Wellington, sir.
Major Mungo Munro:
Why's he winning it, Sharpe?
Richard Sharpe:
Steady troops, sir.
Major Mungo Munro:
Superior intelligence, Sharpe. Supplied by whom, laddie?
Richard Sharpe:
Men like you, sir.
Major Mungo Munro:
[disgusted:]
Och, don't *lick* me, laddie!
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