Christ.

Private pie.

Why is your foot locker unlocked, sir?

I don't know, sir.

Private Pyle, if there is one thing in this world that I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker.

You know that, don't you, sir?

Yes, sir.

If it wasn't for dickheads like you, there wouldn't be any fever in this world, would there, sir?

No, sir.

Get out.

Well, now, let's just see if there's anything missing.

Holy Jesus.

What is that?

What the fuck is that?

What is that?

Right, but pile, sir.

Jelly donuts, sir.

A jelly doughnut, sir.

Yes, sir.

How did it get here, sir?

I took it from the mess hall, sir.

His chow allowed in the barracks.

Private Pyle, sir.

No, sir.

Are you allowed to eat jelly doughnuts?

Private Pyle, sir?

No, sir.

And why not?

Private Pyle, sir?

Because I'm too heavy, sir.

Because you are a disgusting fat body.

Private Pyle, sir.

Yes, sir.

Then why did you hide a jelly doughnut in your footlocker?

Private Pyle, sir?

Because I was hungry, sir.

Because you were hungry.

Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon.

I have tried to help him.

I know.

I have failed.

I have failed because you have not helped.

May you people have not given private Pyle the proper motivation.

Tell from now on, whenever Private Pyle fucks up, I will not punish him.

I will punish all of you on the way I see it, ladies, You hold me for one jelly donut.

Now get on your faces.

Open your mouth.

They're paying for it.

You eat it.

Exercise.

12312 for a love, Marie, go!

123!

Oh, no!

Car!

1234!

I love Oh!