Cornwallis: O’Hara, our supply ship appears to have arrived.
Major: Yes, yes, my lord, it has.
Cornwallis: Then why am I still wearing this rag?
General: My lord, your replacement wardrobe is aboard ship, but Colonel Tavington thought it best to secure our arms and munitions first. They are being unloaded now…
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Martin: You look good in that color.
Jean: It stinks.
Martin: It’s had a dead man in it…

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Mrs. Talbot: The beasts took your dogs as well?
Cornwallis: Yes, yes. Fine animals, a gift from His Majesty… Dead now, for all I know.

Mr. Talbot: Is there no decency? …
Mrs. Talbot: Oh, fireworks! Lovely!