Left shoulder! Hut! [Lawrence briefly hikes his rifle to his right shoulder and corrects himself, but Hartman notices the error and angrily marches to him] Private Pyle, what are you trying to do to my beloved Corps?!

Sir, I don't know, sir!

You are dumb, Private Pyle, but do you expect me to believe that you don't know left from right?!

Sir, no, sir!

Then you did that on purpose! You wanna be different!

Sir, no, sir!

[slaps Private Lawrence's left cheek]

What side was that, Private Pyle?

Sir, left side, sir!

Are you sure, Private Pyle?!

Sir, yes, sir!

[slaps Private Lawrence's right cheek; knocking his cover off]

What side was that, Private Pyle?!

[barely holding it together]

Sir, right side, sir!

Don't **** with me again, Pyle! Pick up your ****in' cover!

Sir, yes, sir!