Sgt. Mulcahy: Left! Right! Left!
Sgt. Mulcahy: [to Sharts]
Sgt. Mulcahy: What the hell are you doing, boy? Don't you know your right from your left?
Sharts: N-n-no, sah.
Sgt. Mulcahy: No? How many here do not know right from left?
Sgt. Mulcahy: [Half a dozen hands are raised. Mutters] Jesus have pity.
Sgt. Mulcahy: [Smacks Sharts in the chest] THIS is your FRONT!
Sgt. Mulcahy: [slaps his back]
Sgt. Mulcahy: THIS is your REAR!
Sgt. Mulcahy: [stomps on his right foot]
Sgt. Mulcahy: THIS is your RIGHT!
Sgt. Mulcahy: [goes to stomp on his left foot]
Sgt. Mulcahy: And THIS...!
Sharts: [Sharts lifts his foot out of the way]
Sgt. Mulcahy: Now you're learnin', boy-o!