PYLE gets to his feet, breathing heavily. That ain't no shit neither. HOw tall are you private? Bullshit, I can't hear you, sounds off like you got a pair. Sir, excuse for what, sir? I'm in a world of shit, yes. What is that, Private Pyle?
You are the lowest form of life on Earth. They're from "Stars and Stripes. If you get killed, your mom will find me after I rotate back to the world and she'll beat the shit out of me. I'm gonna give you three seconds, exactly three fuckin' seconds, to wipe that stupid lookin' grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull fuck you! Because you are a disgusting fatbody, Private Pyle! You climb obstacles like old people fuck! Next two privates, go.
Without my rifle I am useless. Private Joker is silly and he is ignorant, but he has got guts, and guts is enough. You've got to be shitting me! Why should we do a story about you? You love the Virgin Mary, don't you?
What is your major malfunction, numbnuts? It's hard to talk about it, man. Is there an irregular? Only steers and queers come from Texas private cowboy, and you look much like a steer to me so that kinda narrows it down! I want that head so sanitary and squared away that the Virgin Mary herself would be proud to go in there and take a dump. PYLE to his rifte It's been swabbed