Hartman: Well, now! Let's just see if there's anything missing! [Hartman angrily begins rummaging through the box, then freezes as he finds a jelly doughnut] Holy Jesus. What is that? What the fuck is that? [He picks the doughnut up with thumb and forefinger of his right hand, and holds it up to Lawrence] WHAT IS THAT, PRIVATE PYLE?!
Lawrence: Sir, a jelly doughnut, sir!
Hartman: A jelly doughnut?!
Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
Hartman: How did it get here?
Lawrence: Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!
Hartman: Is chow allowed in the barracks, Private Pyle?
Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
Hartman: Are you allowed to eat jelly doughnuts, Private Pyle?
Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
Hartman: Then why not, Private Pyle?
Lawrence: Sir, because I'm too heavy, sir!
Hartman: Because you are a disgusting fat body, Private Pyle!
Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
Hartman: Then why did you hide a jelly doughnut in your footlocker, Private Pyle?
Lawrence: Sir, because I was hungry, sir!
Hartman: Because you were hungry... [after Lawrence admits hiding a jelly doughnut due to being hungry; Hartman turns and walks down the line of recruits, still holding the doughnut] 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! [turns round and marches back the way he has come] 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! [to Lawrence] Open your mouth! [Lawrence does so and Hartman shoves the doughnut into his mouth] They're payin' for it, you eat it! [to recruits] Ready, exercise!
Recruits beside Pyle: [doing push-ups] 1-2-3-4! I love Marine Corps! 1-2-3-4! I love Marine Corps! 1-2-3-4! I love Marine Corps! 1-2-3-4! I love Marine Corps! 1-2-3-4!