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- [Narrator] Moment of Truth.

(dart thuds)

- I bet you 20 bucks, we get 2 unwaiverables.

Want the over or under?

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(dart thuds)

- Over. Definitely over.

You know damn well, these fucking recruiters

are always sending us these goddamn window lickers trying

to make the goddamn mission. (exhales)

You know what?

I swear to God, the next recruiter

that tries to pull some shit, I'm gonna find him

and punch him in his dick.

(dart thuds)

- Nice.

- [Master Sergeant] Listen up.

Now, there are several of you with disqualifying records,

so stand up, head to the door.

Stand by to speak to the cadre.

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- Well, time for the moment of fucking truth.

- All right, privates. Let's go.

(chair thuds)

(chair creaks)

All right, Private. What do you want to disclose?

- Drill Sergeant, I stole money

from the church collection a few months ago.

- Well, hot damn, Private. What are you fucking psychopath?

You'll burn in hell later.

Next!

- Let's go, Private.

Take a seat.

- Drill Sergeant, (Drill Sergeant Hill sighs)

before I left, I attended a party

where people were smoking weed.

- Okay, well, did you ingest

or smoke any of this marijuana, Private?

- No!

No. But I think I might have gotten a contact high.

- Oh my God.

Private, get out of my fucking face.

Go. - Oh.

- Hurry up, Private.

(Private Butts grunts)

Private, you better get your fucking hand out

of your pocket, right?

Goddamn now.

(Private Butts grunts)

Broke dick, huh?

You got a fuck up shoulder, don't you, Private?

- Yes, Drill Sergeant.

But this private wants to be a soldier.

- Calm down, hero. You can try again once that heals.

Head to the doors of no return, Private.

Next!

- Let's go, Private.

Hurry up. Sit down.

(Private Bridges tweaks)

Lock it up, Private.

Private, do you think this is a fucking joke.

Private, this is the military, all right?

I'm not here to babysit you. You got that?

- Yes. Drill, Drill, Sergeant.

- So spit it out.

- Oh, Drill Sergeant. (stammering) (clears throat)

Drill Sergeant, I use an inhaler.

Whalers.

(stammers) Fucking whalers?

(tweaking) He use an inhaler when he was younger.

(lips smacking)

- Private, one more outburst like that

and you're gonna spend your entire career

in the holdover platoon, you got it?

That's four years private of nothing but fire guard

and barrack's duties.

- Yes, fuck, Drill Sergeant.

- Private, do you have fucking Tourettes?

- Yes.

- So, you- you just thought you were gonna pull a fast one

over the entire fucking army?

- My recruiter said to keep it to my fucking burn in hell.

My recruiter said, keep it to myself.

- What else did your recruiter

in his infinite fucking wisdom tell you?

- He said, "Anyone that stands during the moment of truth

is an idiot."

And he said, "Drill Sergeants are too dumb and lazy

to do their (laughs) jobs."

- I got you. I got you.

Private, go through those fucking doors.

Go. Actually, wait.

Who the fuck was your recruiter?

- S- S- S- Serg- Sergeant F- F- First Class.

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- [Announcer] 536.

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(plane engine roaring)

(plane tires screeching)

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- Are you Sergeant First Class Freeman?

- Yes. (tense music)

(punch thuds) (Freeman grunts)

(Freeman thuds)

(person vocalizing)

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(person vocalizing)

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- [Drill Instructor] Present Arms.

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