HARTMAN stops in front of PYLE and notices his footlocker is unlocked. He picks up the lock and holds it up to PYLE .
HARTMAN : “Jesus H. Christ! Private Pyle, why is your footlocker unlocked?”
PYLE : “Sir, I don’t know, sir!”
HARTMAN “Private Pyle, if there is one thing in this world that I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker! You know that, don’t you?”
PYLE : “Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN : “If it wasn’t for dickheads like you, there wouldn’t be any thievery in this world, would there?”
PYLE : “Sir, no, sir!”
HARTMAN : “Get down!”
PYLE steps down, from the footlocker. HARTMAN flips open the lid with a bang and begins rummaging through the box.
HARTMAN : “Well, now .. . let’s just see if there’s anything missing!”
HARTMAN freezes. He reaches down and slowly picks up a jelly doughnut, holding it in disgust at arm’s length with his fingertips.
HARTMAN : “Holy Jesus! What is that? What is that, Private Pyle?!”
PYLE : “Sir, a jelly doughnut, sir!”
HARTMAN : “A jelly doughnut?!”
PYLE : “Sir, yes, sir!”
HARTMAN : “How did it get here?”
PYLE : “Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!”
HARTMAN : “Is chow allowed in the barracks, Private Pyle?”
PYLE : “Sir, no, sir!”
HARTMAN : “Are you allowed to eat jelly doughnuts, Private Pyle?”
PYLE : “Sir, no, sir!”
HARTMAN : “And why not, Private Pyle?”
PYLE : “Sir, because I’m too heavy, sir!”
HARTMAN : “Because you are a disgusting fatbody, Private Pyle!”
PYLE : “Sir, yes, sir!”
HARTMAN : “Then why did you hide a jelly doughnut in your footlocker, Private Pyle?”
PYLE : “Sir, because I was hungry, sir!”
HARTMAN : “Because you were hungry?”
Holding out the jelly doughnut, HARTMAN walks down the row of recruits still standing with their arms outstretched.
HARTMAN : “Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon! I have tried to help him, but I have failed! I have failed because you have not helped me! You people have not given Private Pyle the proper motivation! So, from now on, whenever Private Pyle fucks up, I will not punish him, I will punish all of you! And the way I see it, ladies, you owe me for one jelly doughnut! Now, get on your faces!”
HARTMAN : (to PYLE ) “Open your mouth!”
He shoves the jelly doughnut into PYLE ‘s mouth.
HARTMAN : “They’re paying for it, you eat it!”
HARTMAN turns to the recruits.
HARTMAN : “Ready … exercise!”
The platoon does push-ups.