It looks like the best part of you... ran down the crack of your mama's ass and ended up as a stain on the mattress. I think you've been cheated.
— What's your excuse?
— Sir, excuse for what, sir?
— I'm asking the fucking questions, private. Do you understand?
— Sir, yes, sir.
— Well, thank you very much. Can I be in charge for a while?
— Sir, yes, sir.
— Are you shook-up? Are you nervous?
— Sir, I am, sir.
— Do I make you nervous?
— Sir...
— Sir what? Were you about to call me an asshole?
— Sir, no, sir.
— How tall are you, private?
— Sir, 5'9", sir.
— Five-foot-9. I didn't know they stacked shit that high. You trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere?
— Sir, no, sir.
— Bullshit. It looks like the best part of you... ran down the crack of your mama's ass and ended up as a stain on the mattress. I think you've been cheated.
