LET'S MOVE IT, YOU TURDS! You'll get no sympathy from me! You want sympathy, look in the...

Major Payne: [the cadets are running an obstacle course in heavy rain] LET'S MOVE IT, YOU TURDS! You'll get no sympathy from me! You want sympathy, look in the dictionary between shit and syphilis! That's where you'll find my sympathy! This ain't no walk in the park; let's move it! Hustle, hustle! HUSTLE!
[Woliger has just gotten out of the tube]
Major Payne: Hey, Dumbo! You should be able to fly through those tubes with them big-ass ears, boy!
Cadet Dotson: Yeah, Dumbo! Fly, baby, fly!
Major Payne: Hey, Williams! You tell Marlee Matlin's son if he don't get across that rope, I'm-a hang him with it.
Cadet Dotson: He'll hang you with it! Ha ha ha!
Major Payne: Heathcoat! You get your fat body over that wall!
Cadet Dotson: Get your fat pork chop body over that...
Major Payne: You shut up! Nobody's leaving here until the average for this squad is one minute, twenty seconds!
Cadet Alex Stone: Come on, he can't do it. Leave him alone. I can barely do it. It's slippery out here.
Major Payne: Slippery, he say! You think Charlie care anything about slippery? Only thing he knows is slit your throat. What if this was a life or death situation?
Cadet Alex Stone: But it's not a life or death situation.
Major Payne: [Takes out a grenade and pulls the pin out with his teeth] It is now!
[All the boys but Alex scream and run though the obstacle course]
Major Payne: One Mississippi! Two Mississippi!
Cadet Alex Stone: Come on guys. What, are you crazy? It's just a dummy grenade.
[Major Payne throws the grenade behind him at the trees and it explodes. Alex dives into the mud]
Cadet Alex Stone: Oh, damn. Oh!
Major Payne: Who's the dummy now?