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Tunes of Glory (1960)
Alec Guinness: Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : We're on a first name basis in this regiment. Your first name is Derek. My first name is Major.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Whisky for the gentlemen that like it. And for the gentlemen that don't like it: whisky.
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[while watching the pipers practice, Barrow notes that some of the men are not wearing the proper caps]
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Colonel, there's a tradition here...
Lt. Col. Basil Barrow : I'm all in favor of good tradition.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : I've always let the pipers wear pretty well what they please at band practice.
Lt. Col. Basil Barrow : Because you've let them wear what they like just doesn't make it a tradition!
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : [about Barrow's death] It's not the body worries me. It's the ghost.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : So, tell me Corporal, are your intentions honorable?
Cpl. Piper Ian Fraser : Aye, sir.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Then you're a damn fool. You leave "honorable intentions" to fathers like me.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : "The Black Bear" will pull us together and "Scotland the Brave" and some others, Pipe Major.
Pipe Major Maclean : 'Cock of the North,' sir.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Ah, yon's a cheesy tune. You'll no play that.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : [yelling at the party as the officers are clapping after the pipers have finished playing] Mackinnon!
2nd Lt. David Mackinnon : [as the officers stop clapping stunned by Sinclair's outburst] Colonel?
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : [about his cigarette] For God sake, smoke that bloody thing like a man! Stop puffing at it like a ruddy *debutante*.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : [sternly as Mackinnon looks up and down to the cigarette in his hand] Go on laddie, smoke it, smoke it.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : [as Mackinnon starts to smoke] Draw it in, draw it in.
[Mackinnon exhales a rough cough after a deep drag on the cigarette, with resulting laughter from Sinclair and most of the other officers]
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : [about this display] Am I coarse, Simpson?
[Simpson doesn't reply but continues to have a disgusted look on his face]
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Charlie, why the hell'd you shave the whiskers off?
Major Charles Scott, M.C. : Oh, I don't know. Tickled the ladies.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Well, I say we'll have the pipers. Laddie, call the pipers.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Away you go, lads. You're no so bad.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : You got a girl downtown, Corporal? You got a piece of cherry cake? Have we kept you away from her? Well, Corporal, have you got a tongue in your head?
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : I fancy the poor laddie's got tabs in place of tits.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : The bottle's three-quarters empty.
Major Charles Scott, M.C. : Nonsense. It's a quarter full.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : It's no right. You nurse them from Alamein to Cassino, from Dover to Berlin, just to get some spry wee gent put over your head at the end. It's no fair, it isn't.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Straight or with water?
Lt. Col. Basil Barrow : I'd rather have a soft drink, if I may. Anything will do.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Not a whiskey?
Lt. Col. Basil Barrow : Not a whiskey.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : But we all drink whiskey in this battalion.
Lt. Col. Basil Barrow : Yes, I remember that. Whiskey doesn't really agree with me, I'm afraid.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : A lemonade for Colonel Barrow.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : You'll no go near the place without telephoning me first. There's only one sort of girl seen hanging about a barracks.
Morag Sinclair : I'm not a child.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : I know you're not. That's what I'm saying.
Morag Sinclair : I'll go where I want!
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Talking to the corporal there, it's the Pipe Major I should have been. And I would have been good, I would. But that was not the way of it. Hitler saw to that. And Rommel - one desert night.
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Morag Sinclair : What's he like?
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Barrow? Oh, he's a wee man.
Morag Sinclair : Father, it had to be.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : I just said - he's a wee man.
Morag Sinclair : It had to be.
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Morag Sinclair : Were you late again last night?
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Ish. Latish. I had to stay to keep the others company.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Oh, lassie. oh. Don't turn away from me. Don't do that. Morag, I only make the rules to help you. But you've got to keep them.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : I'll put you over my knee. And no just to spank you.
Mary Titterington : You can forget that.
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Mary Titterington : Now, definitely no.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : You didn't used to say no.
Mary Titterington : You didn't used to be a stranger.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : But, Mary, I'm back.
Mary Titterington : And stinking. You left stinking, and you're back stinking. You can't turn the clock back.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : We could wind it up again.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : I could make you if I wanted to.
Mary Titterington : Jock Sinclair, you're the most conceited man I've ever met. You're not all that great shakes. And there's lots know that, I can assure you.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : I'm tired. Fair bashed. Look at me.
Mary Titterington : Man, it was you that taught me that you could always go on. You had a word. Resilience. The front teeth.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : You mystify me, woman. What are you trying to tell me?
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : To hell with you, Barrow boy. What are you? A man or a book?
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Spit and polish, eh?
Mary Titterington : That's it. Shoeshine and shave and back in there.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : If one of my officers had done it, I'd give him one such hell of a row. I took my orders from brigade, but I never had to take my dirty washing there.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Mary, dear, does it sound more like an insult if I say you're a soldier's girl? ...
Mary Titterington : No, Jock.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Oh, it's not meant to anyway. If it doesn't say one hell of a lot for your chastity, it's a load about the heart.
Mary Titterington : Come on. Away and run your bath.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : I thought you were out shooting whatever it is gentlemen shoot.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : What does commanding the battalion mean to you? Nothing.
Lt. Col. Basil Barrow : Nothing? You may have come in here as a boy piper, Sinclair, but I was here before you. I was born with this regiment, born into an idea. The bandaged feet at Corunna, the square at Waterloo, the thin red line. the charge of our Highlanders hanging onto the cavalry's stirrups, and "Scotland the Brave." the mud at Passchendaele, in which my own father fell. And I've kept up with the history. I even know the chapter where you took over in the desert, sitting on the edge of a Bren gun carrier like a - bobby at a tattoo. Accuse me of anything you like, Jock, but don't accuse me of not caring. I've eaten, walked, slept and dreamt this regiment since my first toy soldier.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : You won't regret it. You won't regret it, Colonel. I promise you that.
Lt. Col. Basil Barrow : I hope you're right.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : I'll tell you who suffers most. Not Morag, not the Corporal, not me, but the, um, uh, you express yourself better than me. Uh, not just the battalion. What was it you said?
Lt. Col. Basil Barrow : The idea.
Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : That's it. The *idea* of the battalion. The living and the dead, all together. The regiment. That's what suffers most.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : The stupid wee beggar.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : If you're gonna be a soldier, lad, you must learn to handle both the living and the dead. For that's your stock-in-trade.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Are you low, Charlie?
Major Charles Scott, M.C. : Right as a cricket, old boy.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : You're a cool one, Charlie Scott. What else did he say?
Major Charles Scott, M.C. : Nothing much. Just walked out. Gone into the garden, shouldn't wonder, to eat worms.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : It's no the body worries me. It's the ghost.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Who's the best piper? Who's the picked piper to be?
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : When you and I are long forgot, they'll say, "You should have heard them playing. You should have seen them marching then." Then it will snow again. But it'll no break till after the parade. When we come back from the hill, it'll be bitter cold, and a wee bit misty maybe, and pink over the roofs. I see it fine. The aprons over the kilts and the daft purple of the drapes over the kettledrums. Just the drums. A whole battalion - coming home. A whole battalion of us - at a slow pace. There's just the four kettledrums. Beating, a-rapping - with a dae - dit-dit, dae - dit-dit, dae - dit-dit...
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : Have you no teeth? You're allowed to smile. You're permitted to be of good cheer. So says the training manual, who got it from St. Paul.
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Major Jock Sinclair, D.S.O., M.M. : We'll have all the tunes of glory - to remember the more clearly. Sure, we will. Back along the High Street, Bridge Road, and Stewart Road. We'll have the quick marches. The heads in the air. "Horo, My Nut Brown Maiden" and the "Bonnets of Bonnie Dundee."