Mystery Science Theater 3000, Season 5

[Crow wears a sergeant's hat while a blindfolded Mike disassembles Tom Servo.]

Crow:
Hello, maggots! Welcome to boot camp here at Fort Satellite of Love! Today, we are going to do a field strip of one Mr. Tom Servo! I'm drill sergeant Crow T. Robot, or Sir to you toilet-water guzzlin' little mama's boys! You got that, son?

Mike:
[weakly] Sir, yes sir.

Crow:
I didn't hear you, ladybritches!

Mike:
I said sir, yes sir!

Servo:
[in pieces on the table] Can we just get on with this, Crow? I wanna watch Sisters!

Crow:
You're not goin' nowhere, you wussy red cupcake! You gonna run home to your mama, huh?

Servo:
[sarcastically] Ooh, ooh, I'm scared...

Mike:
Hey Crow, c'mon...

Crow:
I'm the drill sergeant here, you toe-headed, contact lens-wearin' piece of toast! Now gimme the oath!

Mike:
Uh, This is my robot, there are many like it but this one is mine.

Crow:
And what is the name of your robot, boy?

Servo:
Servo! Tom Servo!

Crow:
I don't believe I was addressing you, Mayonnaise! Why don't you just make yourself comfortable down there on the floor and give me twenty, Corporal?

Servo:
Uh, 'cause I can't?

Crow:
Well, now, you just bought yourself two hundred and twenty! Now c'mon, dickweed!

Mike:
Uh, we'll be right back.

Crow:
I heard that, Pyle! You piece of filth!

Servo:
Well, several pieces, actually...