[Winger and his platoon have just arrived late for graduation]
Where the hell have you been, soldier?
Traaaaaaaining, sir!
Training, sir!
What kind of training, son?
Aaaaaaarmy training, sir!
Army training, sir!
[laughter]
Platoon, just like last night, only better! [leading them through drill] And...right shoulder, ho! Order, ho! Sidestep, right! Why did the chicken cross the road?
Soldiers To get from the left to the right!
Right!
Hey! Hey! Hut!
He stepped out of rank, got hit by a tank!
He ain't no chicken no more!
No!
Left flank, left! Queen Anne salute! Three...five...seven...port, ho! Razzle-dazzle!
Hut, two, three, four! Hut, two, three, four! The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog! [completing drill] Sir!
[applause]
Where's your drill sergeant, men?
Blown up, sir!
Blown up, sir!
Yes, sir, these are Sgt. Hulka's men. He was injured during basic training.
I see. So am I to understand that you men completed your training on your own?
That's the fact, Jack!
That's the fact, Jack!
Captain?
Yes, sir.
These are exactly the kind of go-getters I want working on my EM-50 project in Italy.
But, sir, these men are--
Don't "but" me, Captain. I want them on the plane. Tonight!
Gentlemen, it's party time, Italian style!
