George Wittow: Did you write that, Harry?
Harry Morant: No, no. It was a minor poet, called Byron.
Peter Handcock: Never heard of him.
Harry Morant: I did say he was a minor poet.
Peter Handcock: Well, they say a slice off a cut loaf is never missed.
Harry Morant: 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.
Major Thomas: The fact of the matter is that war changes men's natures. 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. Situations in which the ebb and flow of everyday life have departed and have been replaced by a constant round of fear and anger, blood and death.
Peter Handcock: 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?
Sentry: 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."
Major Bolton: 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.