Full Metal Jacket1987

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Holy Jesus! What is that? What the f*** is that? WHAT IS THAT, PRIVATE PYLE?

Private Gomer Pyle:
Sir, a jelly doughnut, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
A jelly doughnut?

Private Gomer Pyle:
Sir, yes, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
How did it get here?

Private Gomer Pyle:
Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Is chow allowed in the barracks, Private Pyle?

Private Gomer Pyle:
Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Are you allowed to eat jelly doughnuts, Private Pyle?

Private Gomer Pyle:
Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
And why not, Private Pyle?

Private Gomer Pyle:
Sir, because I'm too heavy, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Because you are a disgusting fat body, Private Pyle!

Private Gomer Pyle:
Sir, yes, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Then why did you try to sneak a jelly doughnut in your foot locker, Private Pyle?

Private Gomer Pyle:
Sir, because I was hungry, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Because you were hungry...

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored his platoon. I have tried to help Private Pyle. I have failed. I have failed because YOU have not given Private Pyle the proper motivation! So, from now on, whenever Private Pyle f***s up, I will not punish him! I will punish all of YOU! And the way I see it, ladies, you owe me for ONE JELLY DOUGHNUT! NOW, GET DOWN ON YOUR FACES!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Open your mouth!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
They're payin' for it; YOU eat it!