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Quotes of Movie: 'Breaker' Morant [1980]
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Shoot straight, you bastards - don't make a mess of it! Did you write that, Harry? Harry Morant: No, no. It was a minor poet, called Byron. Peter Handcock: Never heard of him. Harry Morant: Like I said, he was a minor poet. [after Handcock has admitted to murdering the missionary] Major Thomas has been pleading justifying circumstances and now we're just lying. Peter Handcock: We're lying? What about THEM? It's no bloody secret. Our graves were dug the day they arrested us at Fort Edwards. George Wittow: Yeah, but killing a missionary, Peter? Harry Morant: It's a new kind of war, George. A new war for a new century. I suppose this is the first time the enemy hasn't been in uniform. They're farmers. They come from small villages, and they shoot at from behind walls and from farmhouses. Some of them are women, some of them are children, and some of them... are missionaries, George. [to Major Thomas] Excuse me, sir. I was in a public house last night, sir. Major Thomas: We're you, Sergeant? Sentry: Yes, sir. I overheard one of the witnesses talking about the prisoners. In his cups he was, sir. A very indescreet gentleman. Major Thomas: [later in court, questioning Corporal Sharp] Have you not been saying in the local pubs that you would walk barefoot from Cape Town to Petersburg to be on a firing party to shoot Lieutenant Handcock? Corporal Sharp: [visibly shaken] Well, sir I might have said something like that over a pint, sir. It may have been the beer talking, sir, not me, sir. | |
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Needless to say, the Germans couldn't give a damn about the Boers. The diamonds and gold of South Africa they're after. Major Bolton: They lack our altruism, sir. Lord Kitchener: Quite. How did Lt. Handcock look? Corporal Sharp: Like he was thinking, sir... like... I can't think of the... Major Bolton: Did he look like he was agitated? Corporal Sharp: Agitated? Yes, that's it, sir. Yes, sir, he looked agitated. Major Thomas: Objection. Major Bolton is leading the witness. Major Bolton: I will rephrase the question, sir. Tell me, Corporal Sharp, how did Lt. Handcock look? Corporal Sharp: Agitated, sir! The barbarities of war are seldom committed by abnormal men. The tragedy of war is that these horrors are committed by normal men in abnormal situations. Live each day as though it were your last; one day you're sure to be right. Do you want the padre? Harry Morant: No, thank you. I'm a pagan. Sentry: And you? Peter Handcock: What's a pagan? Harry Morant: Well... it's somebody who doesn't believe there's a divine being dispensing justice to mankind. Peter Handcock: I'm a pagan, too. Harry Morant: There is an epitaph I'd like: Matthew 10:36. Well, Peter... this is what comes of 'empire building.' Major Thomas: Matthew 10:36? Minister: "And a man's foes shall be they of his own household." New South Wales Mounted? What sort of a lawyer are you? Major Thomas: They haven't locked me up, yet. What sort of a soldier are you? Tell me, Mr. Robertson what was Lt Hancock's reason for putting Boer prisoners on open cattle cars on the trains. Capt. Robertson: Well the Boers had been mining the lines and blowing up a lot of trains. He thought it might stop them. Major Thomas: Well did it? [Robertson looks at the prosecutor] Major Thomas: Did it? Capt. Robertson: Yes, but I don't think... [he's interrupted] We shot them under Rule 303. As a matter of interest, how many courts-martial have you done? Major Thomas: None. George Wittow: None? Peter Handcock: Jesus, they're playing with a double-headed penny, aren't they? Major Thomas: Would you rather conduct your own defence? George Wittow: But you have handled a lot of court cases back home, sir? Major Thomas: No. I was a country-town solicitor. I handled land conveyancing and wills. Peter Handcock: Wills. Might come in handy. You couldn't lie straight in bed, mate! Oh, well, a slice taken from a cut loaf won't be missed. [standing on a table] There once was a lad from Australia, who painted his ass like a dahlia, the color was fine and likewise the design, but the aroma -whew!- that was the failure. [after helping repel a Boer attack on the prison where he and Morant are being held] Well that broke the monotony. | |
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