Next two privates, go! Quickly! [To Lawrence as he struggles on an obstacle course] Get your fat ass over there, Private Pyle. Oh, that's right, Private Pyle. Don't make any **** effort to get up to the top of the **** obstacle! If God wanted you up there, He would've miracled your ass up there by now, wouldn't he?

Sir, yes, sir!

Get your fat ass up there, Pyle!

Sir, yes, sir!

What the hell is the matter with you anyway? I'll bet you if there was some pussy up there on top of that obstacle...

[falling off again]

Shit!

...you could get up there, couldn't you?

Sir, yes, sir!

Your ass looks like about a hundred and fifty pounds of chewed bubble gum, Pyle! You know that?

Sir, yes, sir!