Full Metal Jacket1987

Hartman:
Next two privates, go! Quickly! [To Lawrence as he struggles with an obstacle at the beginning of an obstacle course] Get your fat ass over there, Private Pyle. Oh, that's right, Private Pyle. Don't make any f***ing effort to get up to the top of the f***ing obstacle! If God wanted you up there, He would've miracled your ass up there by now, wouldn't he?

Lawrence:
Sir, yes, sir!

Hartman:
Get your fat ass up there, Pyle!

Lawrence:
Sir, yes, sir!

Hartman:
What the hell is the matter with you anyway? I'll bet you if there was some p*ssy up there on top of that obstacle...

Lawrence:
[falling off again] Sh*t!

Hartman:
...You could get up there. Couldn't you?

Lawrence:
Sir, yes, sir!

Hartman:
Your ass looks like about 150 pounds of chewed bubble gum, Pyle. You know that?

Lawrence:
Sir, yes, sir!