Never, question my authority in front of others
Well I is sorry, mas'sa. You be the boss-man now and all us chill'ins must learn your ways.
Glory (1989) · 60 quotes
Mr. Rawlins, this regiment was formed with the promise that only white officers would be commissioned to lead it. Nothing was mentioned, however, about noncommissioned officers. Therefore, in recognition of initiative taken not only for yourself, but on behalf of the entire regiment, you are hereby awarded the rank of Sergeant Major. Congratulations.
Never, question my authority in front of others
Well I is sorry, mas'sa. You be the boss-man now and all us chill'ins must learn your ways.
Why do you treat the men this way, Robert?
How should I treat them?
...Like men?
You're a good shot, private.
Thank you, sir. Squirrel hunting.
You ever killed a man?
No, sir.
But you're handy with a gun.
Yes, sir.
Reload. [Sharts slowly starts to reload his rifle] Faster. [Sharts continues reloading] Faster. Faster! [Sharts finishes loading, and fumbles for a fuse cap] Discharge your weapon. Discharge your weapon. Do it! [Sharts takes aim, and fires] Now do it again, only this time, I want it done quickly! [to the other men] A good man can fire three aimed shots in a minute. Major Forbes, give me your Colt revolver.
What?
Your gun. Give it to me. [Forbes hands Shaw his pistol, and he turns back to Sharts who is still reloading his rifle] Faster. [Sharts takes aim and fires again] Reload. Quickly! Faster! [Shaw fires the pistol] Faster! Load. [fires] Faster! [fires] Do it! DO IT!! [fires] DO IT! [fires] DO IT! [fires] [Sharts fumbles with his weapon, and stares at Shaw, shaken. Shaw turns back to Major Forbes, and hands him back his pistol] Teach them...properly, Major.
Why do you treat the men this way, Robert?
How should I treat them?
Like men? And what about Thomas? Why are you so hard on him?
He's not a very good soldier. I'm getting these men ready for battle.
Robert. They're already good as the 7th ever was. They march well, they're disciplined.
No thanks to you.
I beg your pardon?
You heard me.
Who do you think you are, acting the high-up colonel?! You seem to forget, I know you. And so does Thomas. [starts to walk off]
Forbes! If you don't believe in what we're doing here, maybe you shouldn't be part of it.
Part of what? Huh?! [imitating Mulcahy] "Left, right! Left, right! Little finger along the seams of yer trousers!" [normally] Marching is probably all they'll ever get to do, Robert.
It is my job...to get these men ready. And I will. They have risked their lives to be here, they have given up their freedom. I owe them as much as they have given. I owe them my freedom...my life if necessary. Maybe so do you, Cabot. I think you do.
[Cabot bows mockingly and walks off]
Colonel Shaw. Edward Pierce, special assignment from Harper's Weekly.
Harper's Weekly?
Serving an entire nation. A million loyal readers want to know what happens when the men of the 54th see action.
A million and one. Well, you'll want to see this. [gestures to Forbes]
Attention, company! [the men stand at attention] Rawlins, front and center.
Sir!
Mr. Rawlins, this regiment was formed with the promise that only white officers would be commissioned to lead it. Nothing was mentioned, however, about noncommissioned officers. Therefore, in recognition of initiative taken not only for yourself, but on behalf of the entire regiment, you are hereby awarded the rank of Sergeant Major. [hands Rawlins sword and insignia]] Congratulations. [shakes Rawlins' hand]
Thank you, sir.
Hip, hip, hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Congratulations.
I ain't sure I'm wanting this, Colonel.
I know exactly how you feel.
Look like we goin' the wrong way. Hey. Hey, come on now, buck up boys! Hey, buck up now, come on! Be someday they gonna let the 54th get into it, see! And all your troubles would be over. Come on now, cheer up!
What'd you say, boy?
Boy? Hey, let me tell you...
Shut up, Trip.
Would you get up off me, snowflake? [to the 10th Connecticut Corporal] See, let me explain something to you. See, the way I figure, I figure this war would be over a whole lot sooner if you boys just turned right on around and headed back on down that way, and you let us head on up there where the real fighting is.
There are men dyin' up that road.
And there wouldn't be nothing but Rebs dyin' if they'd let the 54th in it.
Listen-
Hold it! As you were, Trip! As you were! [to the Connecticut soldiers] You men move on.
Stripes on a ****. That's like tits on a bull!
You're lookin' at a higher rank, Corporal. You'll obey and you'll like it.
Make me.
I'll make you!
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!
Attention!
You! Yes, you! What's your name? I'm putting you up on charges!
There ain't no cause for that, sir.
What's that, Sergeant?
It's just a soldiers' fight, sir.
All right. You men move along. [pause] MOVE IT!
[The 54th resumes its work and the 10th Connecticut continues marching; the Corporal looks at Rawlins briefly, then rejoins his unit]
Ah, Shaw. Sit down. [Shaw remains standing] Well, Colonel, what can I do for you?
You can give me and my regiment a transfer to combat command.
Couldn't do it, Colonel. You're much too valuable to my operations here.
May I sit? [Harker motions for Shaw to sit.] Thank you. [to Major Forbes] Major. [Shaw and Forbes both sit down] I've written a letter to my father, asking him to press Governor Andrew and President Lincoln. But I don't have to wait for all that, do I?
Colonel Montgomery, would you bring that ashtray over here?
But valuable to your operations here, do you say? Your foraging, your depredations? Yes, I've become quite a student of your operations in this region. Thirty-four mansions, I think it was, pillaged and burned under Colonel Montgomery's expedition of the Combahee. Four thousand bales of cotton smuggled through the lines with payment to parties unknown, except by you. False quartermaster requisitions. Major Forbes here has seen the copies.
Yes, indeed. Along with confiscated valuables shipped north as personal baggage.
Shall I go on?
Can you?
I can report you to the War Department. Oh, yes. I can do that.
Let you take your regiment out to fight. That's what you want, isn't it? Show what they can do.
When?
You are bright-eyed, aren't you?
When?
Just as soon as I can write the orders.
Thomas!
How do, Colonel?
Hurts, doesn't it? [Searles nods] Well, I'm extremely jealous. You'll be back in Boston before me, stting by the fire, reading Hawthorne, decent cup of coffee.
I'm not going back.
Thomas, listen to me. You're shot. You have to go back.
Robert, promise me that you won't send me back. Promise me!
All right. All right.
Come on, Fifty-fourth! [but is shot]
ROBERT!
COME ON! [begins to carry the flag forward, but is shot and killed]
CHARGE!
[All men charge uphill toward the Fort]