Neidermeyer
Dress that line. Dress that line, mister! Dress that line, soldier. Mister, hold my mount. [to Kent] You fat, disgusting slob! You're a goddamned disgrace!
Otter
He can't do that to our pledges.
Boon
Only we can do that to our pledges.
Neidermeyer
[to Kent]
Redo those buttons! Dress that belt buckle! Straighten that cap! And goddamn it, tuck up those pyjamas! Attention! Eyes front! What's that on your chest, mister?
Kent
It's a pledge pin, sir.
Neidermeyer
A pledge pin! On your uniform?
...
Neidermeyer
Just tell me, mister, what fraternity would pledge a man like you?
Kent
It's a Delta pin, sir.



