Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Now there's a bitter pill. Our own damned rifles!
Surgeon Maj. Reynolds: Orderly, Damn it! Will you keep the flies away. Fan it! Damn you, Chard! Damn all you butchers!
[points towards the fleeing cavalry] Reverend Otto Witt: The way of the Lord has been shown to us!
Bromhead: You mean your only plan is to stand behind a few feet of mealie bags and wait for the attack?
Lieutenant John Chard: Mr. Witt! When I have the impertinence to climb into your pulpit to deliver a sermon, then you can tell me my duty.
Cpl. William Allen: [both men are wounded but the soldier distributing ammunition has fallen] Can you move your leg? Pte. Fred Hitch: [flippantly] If you want me to dance... Cpl. William Allen: I want you to *crawl*. Come on you slovenly soldier, we'...
Private Henry Hook: [after being ordered to help prepare for the Zulu attack] What for? Did I ever see a Zulu walk down the City road? No! So what am I doing here?
Bromhead: If 1200 men couldn't hold a defensive position this morning, what chance have we with 100?
Reverend Otto Witt: Death waits 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!
Bromhead: Fire at will! Pte. Owen: That's very nice of him.
[to the wounded Hook] Surgeon Maj. Reynolds: This is going to hurt you a lot more than it will me, I'm happy to say.
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.
Colour Sergeant Bourne: The Lord of Hosts is with us. Cpl. William Allen: I hope so... as I live and die, I hope so.
Hughes: Hey, Hooky... who's doing all that shooting? Who do you think? Private Henry Hook: Who do you think? Mister flamin' Bromhead, shooting flamin' defenseless animals for the flamin' officers' flamin' dinner.
Cpl. Frederic Schiess, NNC: I belong to Natal Mounted Police. Pvt. William Jones: Is that true then? He's a peeler, 716. Come to arrest the Zulus.
Lieutenant John Chard: You didn't say a thing to help, Bromhead. Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Well, when you take command, old boy, you're on your own. One of the first things that the general - my grandfather - ever taught me.
Lieutenant John Chard: [the Zulus are chanting before their final charge] Do you think the Welsh can't do better than that, Owen? Pte. Owen: Well, they've got a very good bass section, mind, but no top tenors, that's for sure.
Sgt. Robert Maxfield: You're no good to anyone, except the Queen and Sergeant Maxfield! Pte. Henry Hook: Well thank you very much, the both of you!
