Sgt. Hendrix: Welcome to the U.S. Army, your home for the next three years. You will proceed single-file on the yellow stripe to the processing facility. Do not overwork your tiny little brains trying to figure out what the other stripes are for. Now move!
[Reese takes out a picture of Beth]
Reese: Not good enough? I'm good enough for this place.
[Reese throws the picture of Beth in a trash can full of other ripped-up pictures of ex-girlfriends]
Sgt. Hendrix: Hold it! Are you sure you're 18?
Reese: Got the driver's license to prove it.
Sgt. Hendrix: All right, Private Jetson. Get back in line!