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Left! Right! Left! [to Sharts] What the hell are you doing, boy? Don't you know your right from your left?

[Scared, Sharts shakes his head]

No? How many here do not know right from left?

[Half a dozen hands are raised. Mulcahy mutters something under his breath, then slaps Sharts on the chest]

THIS is your FRONT!

[slaps his back]

THIS is your REAR!

[stomps on his right foot]

THIS is your RIGHT!

[goes to stomp on his left foot]

And THIS...!

[Sharts lifts his foot out of the way]

Now you're learnin', boy-o!