Jesus H. Christ! Private Pyle, why is your footlocker 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 thievery in this world, would there?

Sir, no, sir!

Get down!

[Private Pyle steps down from the footlocker. Hartman flips open the lid with a bang.]

Well now... let's just see if there's anything missing!
Sergeant Hartman begins rummaging through the box, then freezes. He slowly picks up a jelly doughnut and holds it in disgust with his fingertips.

Holy Jesus! What is that? What the **** is that? What is that, Private Pyle?!

Sir, a jelly doughnut, sir!

A jelly doughnut?!

Sir, yes, sir!

How did it get here?

Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!

Is 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 foot locker, Private Pyle?

Sir, because I was hungry, sir!

Because you were hungry?

[Sergeant Hartman starts to walk down the line of recruits, with the jelly doughnut still at hand.]

Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon! I have tried to help him, but I have failed! I have failed because you have not helped me! You have not given Private Pyle the proper motivation! So, from now on, whenever Private Pyle ****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 on your faces!

[The other recruits get in front-leaning-rest position.] [to Pyle]

Open your mouth!

[He shoves the jelly doughnut into Pyle's mouth.]

They're paying for it, you eat it!