Post by *~Mrs. Cooper ~* on Dec 4, 2006 21:45:19 GMT -5
Gary Cooper .... Lieutenant Alan McGregor
Franchot Tone .... Lieutenant Forsythe
Leutenant Forsythe: You don't like poetry?
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: How should I know? I never read any.
Lieutenant Forsythe: Perhaps something more rugged. "Ever the faith endures, England, my England, take and break us we're yours, England my own. Life is good, joy runs high, between English earth and sky. Death is death, and we shall die, to the song on your bugles blown, to the star on your bugles blown.
Lieutenant Forsythe: [pause] If I'd known I was gonna say all this I would have brought my violin!
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: He's in there all right, no doubt about that. And doing rather well, too.
Lieutenant Forsythe: Clicquot. I saw the label. Iced. If that's the way Mohammed Khan tortures his victims, I'd like to change places with him for ten minutes.
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: That guard's got a key all right. If we can last till night, hit the guard over the head, get the kid out, and try and steal some horses -
Lieutenant Forsythe: [interrupts] Jump them over the 40 foot wall, and then that mad dash for the border!
[Immitates hooves clomping]
Lieutenant Forsythe: Well, you think of something better!
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: Who's she?
Lieutenant Forsythe: I met her on the train, if you don't mind.
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: Bad business talking to strange people out here. You know, this is India, you don't who they are, and you might -
Lieutenant Forsythe: Oh, I see. Beautiful spy meets young Lancer officer, makes him give away important military secrets. The Empire goes smash! Melodrama, my dear McGregor, melodrama!
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: It might not be as funny as it sounds, Mr. Stone.
Lieutenant Forsythe: I don't suppose it matters to you, but my name isn't Stone.
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: [Confused] No?
Lieutenant Forsythe: No. It's Forsythe.
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: [Points to well dressed man walking down the platform] Well then, that must be Stone right there.
Lieutenant Forsythe: That's very good you know, really very good. It's almost brilliant.
Major Hamilton: McGregor, you'll meet the two replacement officers this morning. lieutenants Forsythe and Stone.
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: Yes, sir. Stone?
Major Hamilton: His son.
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: His what?
Major Hamilton: I said, his son.
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: [chuckles] I can't imagine the old Ramrod ever having been that human.
[imitating Col. Stone]
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: Madam, you'll marry me Tuesday the 29th. Be at the church at 10:00. That's an order!
[pause]
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: Furthermore, you're improperly dressed!
Franchot Tone .... Lieutenant Forsythe
Leutenant Forsythe: You don't like poetry?
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: How should I know? I never read any.
Lieutenant Forsythe: Perhaps something more rugged. "Ever the faith endures, England, my England, take and break us we're yours, England my own. Life is good, joy runs high, between English earth and sky. Death is death, and we shall die, to the song on your bugles blown, to the star on your bugles blown.
Lieutenant Forsythe: [pause] If I'd known I was gonna say all this I would have brought my violin!
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: He's in there all right, no doubt about that. And doing rather well, too.
Lieutenant Forsythe: Clicquot. I saw the label. Iced. If that's the way Mohammed Khan tortures his victims, I'd like to change places with him for ten minutes.
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: That guard's got a key all right. If we can last till night, hit the guard over the head, get the kid out, and try and steal some horses -
Lieutenant Forsythe: [interrupts] Jump them over the 40 foot wall, and then that mad dash for the border!
[Immitates hooves clomping]
Lieutenant Forsythe: Well, you think of something better!
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: Who's she?
Lieutenant Forsythe: I met her on the train, if you don't mind.
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: Bad business talking to strange people out here. You know, this is India, you don't who they are, and you might -
Lieutenant Forsythe: Oh, I see. Beautiful spy meets young Lancer officer, makes him give away important military secrets. The Empire goes smash! Melodrama, my dear McGregor, melodrama!
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: It might not be as funny as it sounds, Mr. Stone.
Lieutenant Forsythe: I don't suppose it matters to you, but my name isn't Stone.
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: [Confused] No?
Lieutenant Forsythe: No. It's Forsythe.
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: [Points to well dressed man walking down the platform] Well then, that must be Stone right there.
Lieutenant Forsythe: That's very good you know, really very good. It's almost brilliant.
Major Hamilton: McGregor, you'll meet the two replacement officers this morning. lieutenants Forsythe and Stone.
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: Yes, sir. Stone?
Major Hamilton: His son.
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: His what?
Major Hamilton: I said, his son.
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: [chuckles] I can't imagine the old Ramrod ever having been that human.
[imitating Col. Stone]
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: Madam, you'll marry me Tuesday the 29th. Be at the church at 10:00. That's an order!
[pause]
Lieutenant Alan McGregor: Furthermore, you're improperly dressed!