Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
[calling out to platoon]
Left shoulder, hut!
[Pyle accidentally puts his rifle on his right shoulder, then corrects quickly, but not before Hartman sees it. He walks up on him]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Private Pyle, what are you trying to do to my beloved Corps?
Private Gomer Pyle:
Sir, I don't know, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
You are dumb, Private Pyle, but do you expect me to believe that you don't know left from right?
Private Gomer Pyle:
Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Then you did that on purpose! You wanna be different!
Private Gomer Pyle:
Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
[slaps Pyle hard on the left hand side of his face]
What side was that, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle:
Sir, left side, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
[shouts]
Are you sure, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle:
Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
[slaps him hard again, this time on right side of his face, knocking his hat off; shouts]
What side was that, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle:
[nearly in tears]
Sir, right side, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Don't fuck with me again, Pyle! Pick up your fuckin' cover!
Private Gomer Pyle:
Sir, yes, sir!
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