Wait!

Is this May?

Oh, Santa.

Who the fuck said there?

Who's the slimy little common?

A ship?

Twinkle toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own deck War.

Nobody, huh?

The very fucking godmother said how fucking standing.

I will p t you all until you fucking die A p t you until your assholes for striking Buttermilk, wasn't you?

You scrounging little fuck, huh?

Sir?

No, sir.

Your little piece of shit.

You look like a fucking word.

I'll bet it was you, sir.

No, sir, Sir.

I said it, sir.

Well, no shit.

What have we got here?

A fucking comedian?

Private joker?

I admire your honesty.

Hell, I like you.

You can come over to my house and fuck my sister.

You little scumbag.

I got your name.

I got your ass.

You will not left.

You will not cry.

You will learn by the numbers.

I will teach you, not get up.

Get on your feet.

You add Beston, Fuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck.

Sir!

Yes, sir.

Private joker.

Why did you join my beloved corps, sir?

To kill sir.

So you're a killer sir.

Yes, sir.

Let me see your war face, sir, you've got a war face.

Ah, that's a war face.

Now let me see your war face.

Bullshit.

You didn't convince me.

Let me see your real war face.

You don't scare me.

Work on it, sir.

Yes, sir.

What's your excuse, sir?

Excuse for what, sir?

I'm asking the fucking questions here, Private.

You understand, sir?

Yes, sir.

Well, thank you very much.

Can I be in charge for a while, sir?

Yes, sir.

Are you shook up?

Are you nervous, sir?

I am, sir.

Do I make you nervous, sir?

Sir, What are you about to call me an asshole, sir?

No, sir.

How tall are you Private, sir?

5 ft nine, sir.

5 ft nine.

I didn't know They stack shit that high.

You're trying to squeeze a niche in on May somewhere, huh?

No, sir.

Bullshit.

It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your mama's ass and ended up in the brown stain on the mattress.

I think you've been cheating.

Where in hell are you from anyway?

Private, sir.

Texas, sir.

Holy dogshit.

Texas only steers and queers come from Texas, private cowboy.

And you don't much look like a steer to me, so that kind of narrows it down.

Do you suck next, sir?

No, sir.

Are you a Peter Pepper, sir?

No, sir.

I bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ad.

Not even have the goddamn common.

Curtis said he gave him a reach around.

I'll be watching you.