Sgt. Hendrix: Right face! Left face! About face! Right arm windmill! Hop on your left foot! Teapot! About face! Forward march! [Reese repeatedly walks into a wall] He'll do that all day. He's got no more thought than a bug. It's almost enough to restore my faith in the future of this army.
Capt. Renquist: I guess those subliminal ads are working after all.
Sgt. Hendrix: The army doesn't use subliminal ads. [to Reese] At ease! Now, in a few days we have some very important field training exercises, and I want you to be my number two, because you will obey my every command like some kind of beautiful, brainless zombie robot.
Reese: I'd be honored, Drill Sergeant.
Sgt. Hendrix: Now let's go make some bets and march you into the electric fence.