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I'm fine, Jamie...

being trained, putting up a brave front.

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

Oh, oh, please!

and to fight together, then by God,

- Excellent. To the ground. - Up, protect your head here.

You ought to practice till it's in ye.

Leave him alone, you... you sadist.

It's our duty to stand up for our country, Father.

I can see that ye still bear a grudge.

have for chow every day... Giant steaks,

She said he's one of the great Irish writers of all time.

tie him to a tree one mile from the camp.

Well, where's Willie?

I ken ye're trying to do what ye think is best,

and I became a soldier.

We call it shit on a shingle.

I resisted your advances earlier,

I'll make sure you're safe.

For your own selfishness.

I'll go. I'm a woman. They won't be able to stop me.

I much prefer they fight and live for their king.

- Relax. - Again!

anything to get the blood flowing.

- Oh. - Fergus, laddie...

Anywhere but here, that's for sure.

I'll not reave another clan's men.

We must conscript as we travel.

No reason to learn to strut

for all the things that you've done to me.

I thought you agreed to follow orders.

Aye, I heard ye.

It takes a well-trained soldier...

Well, that's what we think you Yanks

except this time it will be worse,

Let's just go to Prince Charles

To an Irish lass.

Oh, is your arm broken?

If I ever thought of you, then I might hold a grudge

we must band together.

that we do not meet again.